But if I offer my apricot to one who knows, he will accept it even if it be entirely rotten; and he will plant the immortal seed in his own garden, in the hope of raising fine, healthy fruit." These remarks he addressed to Giovanni, but his eyes sought mine continually.

I must add that at Jenne also, he told me to learn to understand Catholicism.

At any rate, if I remain a Protestant, it will not be because I do or do not understand, but rather in obedience to my most sacred feelings.
My dear Jeanne, there is something else I must tell you plainly.

I have a suspicion that you are jealous, I believe you do not realise the inexpressible grief you would cause me, if this were really the case.

I fear you do not realise the immense gravity of the offence it would be, first to him and then to me.