darken it. Why, you ARE my life. If you went out of it, what would
be left? You talk about my happiness before I met you--but oh, how
empty it all was! I read, and played, and sang as you say, but what
a void there was! I did it to please mother, but there really seemed
no very clear reason why I should continue to do it. Then you came,
and everything was changed. I read because you are fond of reading
and because I wanted to talk about books with you. I played because
you are fond of music. I sang in the hope that it might please you.
Whatever I did, you were always in my mind. I tried and tried to
become a better and nobler woman, because I wanted to be worthy of
the love you bore me. I have changed, and developed, and improved
more in the last three months than in all my life before. And then
you come and tell me that you have darkened my life. You know better
now. My life has become full and rich, for Love fills my life. It
is the keynote of my nature, the foundation, the motive power. It
inspires me to make the most of any gift or talent that I have. How
could I tell you all this if I did not know that your own feeling was
as deep. I could not have given the one, great, and only love of my
life in exchange for a half-hearted affection from you. But you will
never again make the mistake of supposing that any material
consideration can affect our love.

And now we won't be serious any longer. Dear mother was very much
astounded by your tumultuous midnight arrival, and equally
precipitate departure next morning. Dear old boy, it was so nice of
you! But you won't ever have horrid black humours and think
miserable things any more, will you? But if you must have dark days,
now is your time, for I can't possibly permit any after the 30th.--
Ever your own