I do not think he can love you more sincerely
than I do, or he more devoted to your happiness than I should have
been. It would have relieved the pain I cannot but feel, if you had
deemed my offer worthy a frank refusal. But, to feel that one I have
so truly loved does not think me even deserving of this attention,
is humiliating in the extreme. But, I will not upbraid you.
Farewell! May you be happy."
Sealing Up his epistle, the young man, scarcely pausing even for
hurried reflection, threw it into the post office. This done, he
sunk into a gloomy state of mind, in which mortification and
disappointment struggled alternately for the predominance.
Only a few hours elapsed after the adoption of this hasty course,
before doubts of its propriety began to steal across his mind. It
was possible, it occurred to him, that he might have acted too
precipitately. There might be reasons for the silence of Miss Weldon
entirely separate from those he had been too ready to assume; and,
if so, how strange would his letter appear. It was too late now to
recall the act, for already the mail that bore his letter was half
way from New York to Albany.
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