I had formed no other attachment.

I was proud and vain: wealth, ambition, and social rank for a time satisfied my faculties and my heart.

At length I grew restless and unhappy.

I felt that something of life was wanting.
Monsieur de Ventadour's sister was the first to recommend me to the common resource of our sex--at least, in France--a lover.

I was shocked and startled, for I belong to a family in which women are chaste and men brave.