Only yesterday, she broke out again, and put my affection for her to a far more severe trial.

I have not got over it yet.
"There was a message for her in Ovid's letter--expressed in the friendliest terms.

He remembered with gratitude her kind promise, on saying good-bye; he believed she would do all that lay in her power to make my life happy in his absence; and he only regretted her leaving him in such haste that he had no time to thank her personally.

Such was the substance of the message.

I was proud and pleased to go to her room myself, and read it to her.
"Can you guess how she received me?
Nobody--I say it positively--nobody could guess.
"She actually flew into a rage! Not only with me (which I might have pardoned), but with Ovid (which is perfectly inexcusable).