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"When I wrote that letter," replied Darcy, "I believed myself

perfectly calm and cool; but I am since convinced that it was

written in a dreadful bitterness of spirit."

"The letter, perhaps, began in bitterness, but it did not end so.

The adieu is charity itself. But think no more of the letter. The

feelings of the person who wrote and the person who received it

are now so widely different from what they were then, that every

unpleasant circumstance attending it ought to be forgotten. You

must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its

remembrance gives you pleasure."