Was Catherine ceasing to love me?
When one has spent two years of one's life in a passion--and what years!--one clings to it with every fibre! I will spare you the recital of those first weeks spent in going here and there, in paying visits to relatives, in consulting lawyers, in caring for my sick aunt, in fulfilling my duty toward my son, since the greater part of the fortune will go to him.

And always with this firm conviction: She no longer writes to me as formerly, she no longer loves me.

Ah! if I could show you the letter she wrote when I was absent once before.

You have a great deal of talent, Julien, but you have never composed anything more beautiful." He paused, as if the part of the confession he was approaching cost him a great effort, while Dorsenne interpolated: "A change of tone in correspondence is not, however, sufficient to explain the fever in which I see you." "No," resumed Gorka, "but it was not merely a change of tone.

I complained.