I found her alone, seated in the corner of her room, with an expression of sorrow on her face and an appearance of general disorder in her surroundings.

I overwhelmed her with violent reproaches; I was intoxicated with despair.

In a paroxysm of grief I fell on the bed and gave free course to my tears.
"Ah! faithless one! wretch!" I cried between my sobs, "you knew that it would kill me.

Did the prospect please you?
What have I done to you ?" She threw her arms around my neck, saying that she had been tempted, that my rival had intoxicated her at that fatal supper, but that she had never been his; that she had abandoned herself in a moment of forgetfulness; that she had committed a fault but not a crime; but that if I would not pardon her, she, too, would die.

All that sincere repentance has of tears, all that sorrow has of eloquence, she exhausted in order to console me; pale and distraught, her dress deranged, her hair falling over her shoulders, she kneeled in the middle of her chamber; never have I seen anything so beautiful, and I shuddered with horror as my senses revolted at the sight.
I went away crushed, scarcely able to direct my tottering steps.