I would shed my last drop of blood to bring you ease; but I could not live and see you give that fair hand to another.
My joy would be to remain ever as your slave; but then the heart that beats beneath your bosom must be my own.

Agatha, I await your answer; one word from your lips can transport me to paradise!" "If I am to understand that you are asking me for love--for a warmer love than that which always accompanies true friendship--I am obliged to say that I cannot give it you." Adolphe remained standing in the middle of the room, with his hand still fixed in his bosom, and with a look intended to represent both thunder and lightning.

He had really thought that the little scene which he had gone through, very much to his own satisfaction, would have a strong effect on Agatha, and he was somewhat staggered by the cool and positive tone of her reply.

"It grieves me that I should give you pain," she continued, "if my answer does pain you; but I should never forgive myself, were I not to speak the truth to you plainly, and at once." "And do you mean that for your final, and only answer to me ?" "Certainly, my only answer; for I can give you no other.

I know you will be too kind, too sensible, to make it necessary that I should repeat it." "This is dreadful," said Denot, putting his hand to his brow, "this is very dreadful!" and he commenced pacing up and down the room.
"Come," said she, good naturedly, "let us go down--let us forget this little episode--you have so much of happiness, and of glory before you, that I should grieve to see you mar your career by a hopeless passion.
Take the true advice of a devoted friend," and she put her hand kindly on his arm, "let us both forget this morning's scene--let us only remember our childhood's friendship; think, Adolphe, how much you have to do for your King and your country, and do hot damp your glorious exertion by fostering a silly passion.