Read, and forget me; read them once more, and see then if you do not understand yourself.

I know now why you have often been so cold, why it cost you an effort to reply to me.

You shall never have that trouble again.' She moved to quit the room.

Wilfrid called her.
'Beatrice! Stay and listen to me.

These letters are nothing, and mean nothing; Stay, and see me burn them.' Irrational as it was, she could not bear to see them destroyed.