Oh, my darling, my darling! what will you think of me when you know ?" and then she sat down to write.
She stopped so many times to cry over it that it was midnight when the writing was finished.

It was a letter, and the superscription read as follows:-- "To my lover, Paul, who will never love me any mere after he reads this, but whom I shall love for ever:-- "This letter will explain to you why my room is empty this morning.

I could stand it no longer: to be loved and almost worshipped, by those whom I was basely deceiving.

And so I have fled.

You will never see me or hear from me again, and you will never want to after you have read this letter.