I was, as I told you, at one time the dupe of his acted insanity, and clung to the former delusions in regard to the motives that concerned me personally, till the whole system was laid bare.
'He is the absolute monarch of words, and uses them, as Bonaparte did lives, for conquest, without more regard to their intrinsic value, considering them only as ciphers, which must derive all their import from the situation in which he places them, and the ends to which he adapts them, with such consummate skill.
'Why, then, you will say, does he not employ them to give a better colour to his own character?
Because he is too good an actor to over- act, or to assume a moral garb, which it would be easy to strip off.
'In regard to his poetry, egotism is the vital principle of his imagination, which it is difficult for him to kindle on any subject with which his own character and interests are not identified; but by the introduction of fictitious incidents, by change of scene or time, _he has enveloped his poetical disclosures in a system impenetrable except to a very few_; and his constant desire of creating a sensation makes him not averse to be the object of wonder and curiosity, even though accompanied _by some dark and vague suspicions_.
'Nothing has contributed more to the misunderstanding of his real character than the lonely grandeur in which he shrouds it, and his affectation of being above mankind, when he exists almost in their voice.

The romance of his sentiments is another feature of this mask of state.

I know no one more habitually destitute of that enthusiasm he so beautifully expresses, and to which he can work up his fancy chiefly by contagion.
'_I had heard he was the best of brothers, the most generous of friends, and I thought such feelings only required to be warmed and cherished into more diffusive benevolence.

Though these opinions are eradicated, and could never return but with the decay of my memory_, you will not wonder if there are still moments when the association of feelings which arose from them soften and sadden my thoughts.
'But I have not thanked you, dearest Lady Anne, for your kindness in regard to a principal object,--that of rectifying false impressions.

I trust you understand my wishes, which never were to injure Lord Byron in any way; for, _though he would not suffer me to remain his wife, he cannot prevent me from continuing his friend; and it was from considering myself as such that I silenced the accusations by which my own conduct might have been more fully justified_.
'It is not necessary to speak ill of his heart in general; it is sufficient that to me it was hard and impenetrable that my own must have been broken before his could have been touched.