ABSTRACT
Lady Avondale wrote again and again to Glenarvon. All that a woman would repress, all that she once feared to utter, the now ventured to write. ‘Glenarvon,’ she said, ‘if I have displeased you, let me at least be told my fault by you: you who have had power to lead me to wrong, need not doubt your influence if you would now but advise me to return to my duty. Say it but gently – speak but kindly to me, and I will obey every wish of your’s. But perhaps that dreaded moment is arrived, and you are no longer coustant and true. Ah! fear not one reproach from me. I told you how it must end; and I will never think the worse of you for being as all men are. But do not add cruelty / to inconstancy. Let me hear from your own lips that you are changed. I but repeat your words, when once my letters failed to reach you – suspense, you then said, was torture: and will you now expose me to those sufferings which you even knew not how to endure? Let no one persuade you to treat her with cruelty, who, whatever your conduct may be, will never cease to honour and to love you.
