Far from it! Both of them did well; both of them were in the way of duty and of truth--she, in yielding; he, in resisting; she, in not thinking for a moment of the obscurity of Jean; he, in recoiling before her mountain of wealth as he would have recoiled before a crime; she, in thinking that she had no right to parley with love; he, in thinking he had no right to parley with honor.
This is why, in proportion as Bettina showed herself more tender, and abandoned herself with more frankness to the first call of love--this is why Jean became, day by day, more gloomy and more restless.

He was not only afraid of loving; he was afraid of being loved.
He ought to have remained away; he should not have come near her.

He had tried; he could not; the temptation was too strong; it carried him away; so he came.

She would come to him, her hands extended, a smile on her lips, and her heart in her eyes.

Everything in her said: "Let us try to love each other, and if we can love, we will!" Fear seized him.