After a while he will take pleasure in her .-- Then I have thought so much of you and of the future.

So often last night I thought I saw you and _her_, and what you ought to do seemed to grow plain to me.

Dear Eustace, don't let anything I say now ever be a burden to you--don't let it fetter you ever--but it is so strong in me you must let me say it all.

She is not in love with you, Eustace--at least, I think not.

She has never thought of you in that way; but there is everything there which ought to lead to love.