If you knew what my thoughts are; if you knew how hard I have fought against them, and how horribly they have gone on haunting me in the lonely quiet of this house, you would pity and forgive me.

Oh, my love, don't feel hurt at my not opening my heart to you as I ought! I dare not open it.

I dare not show myself to you as I really am.
"Pray don't send and seek after me; I will write and relieve all your anxieties.

You know, Norah, we must get our living for ourselves; I have only gone to get mine in the manner which is fittest for me.

Whether I succeed, or whether I fail, I can do myself no harm either way.