I had transferred to him a part of my love for his mother; or, rather, I loved him still more, if that be possible.

The thought that he would bear my name, that he would inherit all my wealth, to the detriment of the other, transported me with delight.

The other, I hated; I could not even look upon him.

I do not recollect having kissed him twice.

On this point Valerie, who was very good, reproached me severely.