you believe this gift impossible—and I acquiesce
entirely—I submit wholly to you; repose
on you in all the faith of which I am capable.
Those obstacles are solely for you to see and
to declare ... had I seen them, be sure I should
never have mocked you or myself by affecting to pass
them over ... what were obstacles, I mean:
but you do see them, I must think,—and
perhaps they strike me the more from my true, honest
unfeigned inability to imagine what they are,—not
that I shall endeavour. After what you also
apprise me of, I know and am joyfully confident that
if ever they cease to be what you now consider them,
you who see now for me, whom I implicitly trust
in to see for me; you will then, too, see and
remember me, and how I trust, and shall then be still
trusting. And until you so see, and so inform
me, I shall never utter a word—for that
would involve the vilest of implications. I thank
God—I do thank him, that in this
whole matter I have been, to the utmost of my power,
not unworthy of his introducing you to me, in this
respect that, being no longer in the first freshness
of life, and having for many years now made up my
mind to the impossibility of loving any woman ... having
wondered at this in the beginning, and fought not
a little against it, having acquiesced in it at last,
and accounted for it all to myself, and become, if
anything, rather proud of it than sorry ... I
say, when real love, making itself at once recognized
as such, did reveal itself to me at last, I
did open my heart to it with a cry—nor
care for its overturning all my theory—nor
mistrust its effect upon a mind set in ultimate order,
so I fancied, for the few years more—nor
apprehend in the least that the new element would harm
what was already organized without its help.
Nor have I, either, been guilty of the more pardonable
folly, of treating the new feeling after the pedantic
fashions and instances of the world. I have not
spoken when it did not speak, because ‘one’
might speak, or has spoken, or should speak,
and ‘plead’ and all that miserable work
which, after all, I may well continue proud that I
am not called to attempt. Here for instance,
now ... ‘one’ should despair; but
‘try again’ first, and work blindly at
removing those obstacles (—if I saw them,
I should be silent, and only speak when a month hence,
ten years hence, I could bid you look where they were)—and
‘one’ would do all this, not for the play-acting’s
sake, or to ‘look the character’ ... (that
would be something quite different from folly ...)
but from a not unreasonable anxiety lest by too sudden
a silence, too complete an acceptance of your will;
the earnestness and endurance and unabatedness ...
the truth, in fact, of what had already been
professed, should get to be questioned—But
I believe that you believe me—And now that
all is clear between us I will say, what you will


