I do not think that my heart is capable of more love than it feels at present." "That may be true now, Agatha; but suppose your heart should enlarge before the autumn, at the touch of some gallant wizard--take my advice, dear girl, make no rash promises." "I will tell him that I cannot think of love till the King is on the throne once more." "If you say so, he will promise valiantly to restore His Majesty, and then to return to you to look for his reward.

Shall I tell you, Agatha, what I should say ?" "Do, dearest Marie: tell me in sober earnest; and if there be ought of sobriety mixed with your wit, I will take your advice." "I would say to him thus: 'M.

Denot,' or 'Adolphe,' just as your custom is to address him--but mind, mark you, make him speak out firmly and formally first, that your answer may be equally firm and formal.

'M.
Denot, you have paid me the greatest honour which a gentleman can pay a lady, and I am most grateful for the good opinion which you have expressed.

I should be ungrateful were I to leave you for one moment in doubt as to my real sentiments: I cannot love you as I ought to love my husband.