If, pressed by circumstances, I let you slip through my fingers, it was the worse for me, and, perhaps, the better for you.

I bear no grudge against that worthy don and most respectable old fogie, your husband!" Christian recoiled with indignation, but Dr.Grey laughed--actually laughed in the content of his heart, and, putting his arm round his wife's waist, made her read the remainder of the letter with him.
"I have followed you pretty closely for some weeks.

I can not tell why, except that once I was madly in love with you, and perhaps I am still--I hardly know.

But I am a gentleman, and not a fool either.

And when a man sees a woman cares no more for him than she does for the dust under her feet, why, if he keeps on caring for her, he's a fool.
"The purport of this letter is, therefore, nothing to which you can have the slightest objection, it being merely a warning.