Raoul listened, again and again, but never understood.
Nothing replaces in the deeply afflicted heart the remembrance and thought of the beloved object.

Raoul then replied to the reasoning of his father: "Monsieur, all that you tell me is true; I believe that no one has suffered in the affections of the heart so much as you have; but you are a man too great by reason of intelligence, and too severely tried by adverse fortune not to allow for the weakness of the soldier who suffers for the first time.

I am paying a tribute that will not be paid a second time; permit me to plunge myself so deeply in my grief that I may forget myself in it, that I may drown even my reason in it." "Raoul! Raoul!" "Listen, monsieur.

Never shall I accustom myself to the idea that Louise, the chastest and most innocent of women, has been able to so basely deceive a man so honest and so true a lover as myself.

Never can I persuade myself that I see that sweet and noble mask change into a hypocritical lascivious face.