"If you think of me, wish me peace, dear—I do not ask for anything
nearer to happiness than that. But I wish you many things, the
least of which should make you happy. Most of all, I wish that you
may some day love well and truly, and win the reality of which you
once thought you held the shadow. Can I say more than that? No
loving woman can.
"And so, good-bye—good-bye, love of all my life, good-bye dear,
dear Orsino—I think this is the hardest good-bye of all—when we
are to meet so soon. I cannot write any more. Once again, the
last—the very last time, for ever—I love you.