noon
I have the vanity to believe so ; and am I not the best judge how that happiness is to be secured ? I tell you , I say it calmly , coldly , dispassionately , -- not from the imagination , not even from the heart , but solely from the reason , -- that I can bear everything rather than the loss of you ; and that if the evil of my love scathe and destroy you , I shall consider and curse myself as your murderer ! Save me from this extreme of misery , my -- yes , my Isabel ! I shall be at the copse where we have so often met before , to-morrow , at noon . You will meet me ; and if I can not convince you , I will not ask you to be persuaded . A. M. And Isabel read this letter , and placed it at her heart , and felt less miserable than she had done for months ; for , though she wept , there was sweetness in the tears which the assurance of his love and the tenderness of his remonstrance had called forth . She met him : how could she refuse ?