I made up my mind that, as I truly loved you, I would risk the change;--that I would risk it for your sake and for mine, hoping that I might add something to your happiness, and that I might secure my own.

Dear John, do not suppose that I despair that it may be so; but, indeed, you must not hurry me.

I must tune myself to the change that I have to make.

What if I should wake some morning after six months living with you, and tell you that the quiet of your home was making me mad?
You must not ask me again till the winter shall have passed away.

If in the meantime I shall find that I have been wrong, I will humbly confess that I have wronged you, and ask you to forgive me.