e whole landscape grew dark and dreary。 That sudden change was like the change in my own life at this time。 I received from her the first； the sole and sublime token of love that an innocent girl may give； the more secretly it is given； the closer is the bond it forms； the sweet promise of love； a fragment of the language spoken in a fairer world than this。 Sure； therefore； of being beloved； I vowed that I would confess everything at once； that I would have no secrets from her； I felt ashamed that I had so long delayed to tell her about the sorrows that I had brought upon myself。
〃Unluckily； with the morrow of this happy day a letter came from my son's tutor； the life of the child so dear to me was in danger。 I went away without confiding my secret to Evelina； merely telling her family that I was urgently required in Paris。 Her parents took alarm during my absence。 They feared that there I was entangled in some way； and wrote to Paris to make inquiries about me。 It was scarcely consistent with their religious principles； but they suspected me； and did not even give me an opportunity of clearing myself。
〃One of their friends； without my knowledge； gave them the whole history of my youth； blackening my errors； laying stress upon the existence of my child； which （said they） I intended to conceal。 I wrote to my future parents； but I received no answers to my letters； and when they came back to Paris； and I called at their house； I was not admitted。 Much alarmed； I sent to my old friend to learn the reason of this conduct on their part； which I did not in the least understand。 As soon as the good soul knew the real cause of it all； he sacrificed himself generously； took upon himself all the blame of my reserve； and tried to exculpate me； but all to no purpose。 Questions of interest and morality were regarded so seriously by the family； their prejudices were so firmly and deeply rooted； that they never swerved from their resolution。 My despair was overwhelming。 At first I tried to deprecate their wrath； but my letters were sent back to me unopened。 When every possible means had been tried in vain； when her father and mother had plainly told my old friend （the cause of my misfortune） that they would never consent to their daughter's marriage with a man who had upon his conscience the death of a woman and the life of a natural son； even though Evelina herself should implore them upon her knees； then； sir； there only remained to me one last hope； a hope as slender and fragile as the willow…branch at which a drowning wretch catches to save himself。
〃I ventured to think that Evelina's love would be stronger than her father's scruples； that her inflexible parents might yield to her entreaties。 Perhaps； who knows； her father had kept from her the reasons of the refusal； which was so fatal to our love。 I determined to acquaint her with all the circumstances； and to make a final appeal to her； and in fear and trembling； in grief and tears； my first and last love…letter was written。 To…day I can only dimly remember the words dictated to me by my despair； but I must have told Evelina that if she had dealt sincerely with me she could not and ought not to love another； or how could her whole life be anything but a lie？ she must be false either to her future husband or to me。 Could she refuse to the lover； who had been so misjudged and hardly entreated； the devotion which she would have shown him as her husband； if the marriage which had already taken place in our hearts had been outwardly solemnized？ Was not this to fall from the ideal of womanly virtue？ What woman would not love to feel that the promises of the heart were more sacred and binding than the chains forged by the law？ I defended my errors； and in my appeal to the purity of innocence； I left nothing unsaid that could touch a noble and generous nature。 But as I am telling you everything； I will look for her answer and my farewell letter；〃 said Benassis； and he went up to his room in search of it。
He returned in a few moments with a worn pocketbook； his hands trembled with emotion as he drew from it some loose sheets。
〃Here is the fatal letter；〃 he said。 〃The girl who wrote those lines little knew the value that I should set upon the scrap of paper that holds her thoughts。 This is the last cry that pain wrung from me；〃 he added； taking up a second letter； 〃I will lay it before you directly。 My old friend was the bearer of my letter of entreaty； he gave it to her without her parents' knowledge； humbling his white hair to implore Evelina to read and to reply to my appeal。 This was her answer：
〃 'Monsieur 。 。 。' But lately I had been her 'beloved；' the innocent name she had found by which to express her innocent love； and now she called me MONSIEUR！ 。 。 。 That one word told me everything。 But listen to the rest of the letter：
〃 'Treachery on the part of one to whom her life was to be intrusted is a bitter thing for a girl to discover； and yet I could not but excuse you； we are so weak！ Your letter touched me； but you must not write to me again； the sight of your handwriting gives me such unbearable pain。 We are parted for ever。 I was carried away by your reasoning； it extinguished all the harsh feelings that had risen up against you in my soul。 I had been so proud of your truth！ But both of us have found my father's reasoning irresistible。 Yes； monsieur； I ventured to plead for you。 I did for you what I have never done before； I overcame the greatest fears that I have ever known； and acted almost against my nature。 Even now I am yielding to your entreaties； and doing wrong for your sake； in writing to you without my father's knowledge。 My mother knows that I am writing to you； her indulgence in leaving me at liberty to be alone with you for a moment has taught me the depth of her love for me； and strengthened my determination to bow to the decree of my family； against which I had almost rebelled。 So I am writing to you； monsieur； for the first and last time。 You have my full and entire forgiveness for the troubles that you have brought into my life。 Yes； you are right； a first love can never be forgotten。 I am no longer an innocent girl； and； as an honest woman； I can never marry another。 What my future will be； I know not therefore。 Only you see； monsieur； that echoes of this year that you have filled will never die away in my life。 But I am in no way accusing you。 。 。 。 〃I shall always be beloved！〃 Why did you write those words？ Can they bring peace to the troubled soul of a lonely and unhappy girl？ Have you not already laid waste my future； giving me memories which will never cease to revisit me？ Henceforth I can only give myself to God； but will He accept a broken heart？ He has had some purpose to fulfil in sending these afflictions to me； doubtless it was His will that I should turn to Him； my only refuge here below。 Nothing remains to me here upon this earth。 You have all a man's ambitions wherewith to beguile your sorrows。 I do not say this as a reproach； it is a sort of religious consolation。 If we both bear a grievous burden at this moment； I think that my share of it is the heavier。 He in whom I have put my trust； and of whom you can feel no jealousy； has joined our lives together； and He puts them asunder according to His will。 I have seen that your religious beliefs were not founded upon the pure and living faith which alone enables us to bear our woes here below。 Monsieur； if God will vouchsafe to hear my fervent and ceaseless prayers； He will cause His light to shine in your soul。 Farewell； you who should have been my guide； you whom once I had the right to call 〃my beloved；〃 no one can reproach me if I pray for you still。 God orders our days as it pleases Him。 Perhaps you may be the first whom He will call to himself； but if I am left alone in the world； then； monsieur； intrust the care of the child to me。'
〃This letter； so full of generous sentiments； disappointed my hopes；〃 Benassis resumed； 〃so that at first I could think of nothing but my misery； afterwards I welcomed the balm which； in her forgetfulness of self； she had tried to pour into my wounds； but in my first despair I wrote to her somewhat bitterly：
〃Mademoisellethat word alone will tell you that at your bidding I renounce you。 There is something indescribably sweet in obeying one we love； who puts us to the torture。 You are right。 I acquiesce in my condemnation。 Once I slighted a girl's devotion； it is fitting； therefore； that my love should be rejected to…day。 But I little thought that my punishment was to be dealt to me by the woman at whose feet I had laid my life。 I never expected that such harshness； perhaps I should say； such rigid virtue； lurked in a heart that seemed to be so loving and so tender。 At this moment the full strength of my love is revealed to me； it has survived the most terrible of all trials； the scorn you have shown for me by severing without regret the ties that bound us。 Farewell for ever。 There still remains to me the proud humility of repentance； I will find some sphere of life where I can expiate the errors to which you； the mediator between Heaven and me； have shown no mercy。 Perhaps God may be less inexorable。 My sufferings； sufferings full of the thought of you