Teresa had gone.
"My Carmina,--I have kissed you, and cried over you, and I am writing good-bye as well as my poor eyes will let me.

Oh, my heart's darling, I cannot be cruel enough to wake you, and see you suffer! Forgive me for going away, with only this dumb farewell.

I am so fond of you--that is my only excuse.

While he still lives, my helpless old man has his claim on me.

Write by every post, and trust me to write back--and remember what I said when I spoke of Ovid.