WE had resolved not to go to London, but to cross the country to Portsmouth, and thence to embark for Havre. I preferred this plan principally because I dreaded to see again those places in which I had enjoyed a few moments of tranquillity with my beloved Clerval. I thought with horror of seeing again those persons whom we had been accustomed to visit together, and who might make
Love that Victor's concept of a "calm and affectionate letter" is going on and on about the horrors of the dreadful secret he cannot tell Elizabeth, definitely the best way to reassure her.
"Something whispers to me not to depend too much on the prospect that is opened before us; but I will not listen to such a sinister voice."
Honey, that is your gut and you SHOULD listen to it. 😩