"How well you understand human nature," replied the Secretary, smiling sadly. "Yes, it's quite true; I want you to go to—her—you understand, for me. I meant to go myself, but after what Darcy has told me, it's impossible."
"It's infinitely better to leave the affair in my hands. It will be easier for both of you."
"I'm sure of it. You once said to me, you may remember, that it required more skill to break than to make an engagement, and I'm certain that you'd do this with great tact, and that I should blunder. You'll make it as easy for her as you can, I know—perhaps she'll save you any awkwardness by breaking it off herself. From what she said yesterday, I should think it possible."
"I trust so."
"Here are her letters to me—you'll take them back."
"I will. Do you feel sure of yourself?"
"You need have no fears on that account. I think Madame Darcy was right when she told me once that she was certain that I'd never loved."
"What reason did she give for that statement?"
"Reason—that's just it, she said I'd reasoned about my love, therefore it couldn't be real."
"Madame Darcy is a very clever woman."