She ended by receiving my letters, after being constrained to do so through a course of strategies in which, truly, I showed incredible invention.

I was listened to and she read my letters; I asked for nothing more.
"My love, from the first, had been her secret as well as mine; but every day I made to sparkle some unexpected facet of this prism of a thousand colors.

Even after telling her a hundred times how much I adored her, my love still had for her the attraction of the unknown.

I really had something inexhaustible in my heart, and I was sure, in the end, to intoxicate her with this philtre, which I constantly poured out and which she drank, while making sport of it like a child.
"One day I found her thoughtful and silent.

She did not reply to me with her usual sprightliness during the few moments that I was able to talk with her; the expression of her eyes had changed; there was something deeper and less glowing in their depths; instead of dazzling me by their excessive splendor, as had often happened to me before, they seemed to soften as they rested on mine; she kept her eyelids a trifle lowered, as if she were tired of being gazed at by me.