|You must abide the consequences, sir.
Written by Captain Frederick Wentworth
(8/29/2013 12:54 p.m.)
in consequence of the missive, The shadow within my breast, penned by David Copperfield
Dear Mr Copperfield,
You are married and no longer at your own disposal. In your lives together, you have now had the leisure for reflection to understand the perfect excellence of the mind with which
Louisa's Dora's could so ill bear a comparison; but as her husband, you are hers in honour. It is no fault of hers that you have been unguarded, that you had not thought seriously on this subject before marrying; you speak lovingly of Miss Anne Agnes, having been constant unconsciously, nay unintentionally — recognising in her the loveliest medium of fortitude and gentleness, I daresay. But you have not considered that your excessive intimacy with Dora must have its danger of ill consequence in many ways. You have learnt to correctly favour the resolution of a collected mind against heedlessness, and petulant self-will — and yet you have been so grossly wrong, Mr Copperfield, that now you must abide the consequences — as, indeed, must I, till released. Blind, indeed, we both have been. I, too, once shut my eyes and would not understand. We must both endeavour to subdue our minds to our fortunes and perhaps learn one day to brook being happier than we deserve, if happiness does not elude us.
I am, etc.,
Captain Frederick Wentworth