You came to me a year ago, Captain Le Gaire, at a time when I was particularly lonely, and susceptible to kindness.

You were an officer in the army, fighting for a cause I loved, and your friendly attentions were very welcome.

My father liked you, and we were constantly thrown together.

I have lived rather a secluded life, here on this plantation since my school days, meeting few men of my own station, and still young enough to be romantic.

I thought I loved you, and perhaps the feeling I cherished might have truly become love had you always remained the same considerate gentleman I first believed you to be.