Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?
What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own
suffering? For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without
being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on
me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hopes. I have
endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be
divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound
to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even
for you
