"I have always thought it idle to parade one's feelings before those who do not care about them." "You were wrong," returned poor Claudet, sighing deeply, "if you had spoken for yourself, I have an idea you would have been better received, and you would have spared me a terrible heart-breaking." He said it with such profound sadness that Julien, notwithstanding the absorbing nature of his own thoughts, was quite overcome, and almost on the point of confessing, openly, the intensity of his feeling toward Reine Vincart.

But, accustomed as he was, by long habit, to concentrate every emotion within himself, he found it impossible to become, all at once, communicative; he felt an invincible and almost maidenly bashfulness at the idea of revealing the secret sentiments of his soul, and contented himself with saying, in a low voice: "Do you not love her any more, then ?" "I?
oh, yes, indeed! But to be refused by the only girl I ever wished to marry takes all the spirit out of me.

I am so discouraged, I feel like leaving the country.

If I were to go, it would perhaps be doing you a service, and that would comfort me a little.

You have treated me as a friend, and that is a thing one doesn't forget.