But I could not resist a desire to accept her invitation; I pressed her hand and thanked her; I was sure that we should talk of my mistress.
She sent a servant to lead my horse and I entered her carriage; she was alone, and we at once took the road to Paris.

Rain began to fall, and the carriage curtains were drawn; thus shut up together we rode on in silence.

I looked at her with inexpressible sadness; she was not only the friend of my faithless one but her confidante.

She had often formed one of our party when I called on my mistress in the evening.

With what impatience had I endured her presence! How often I counted the minutes that must elapse before she would leave! That was probably the cause of my aversion to her.