Yet somehow I never really feared--after the first evening I felt quite at ease.

I found myself drawn to like--to love--you.

And what could you and he have in common?
Then on the Nemi day I dared to reproach him--to appeal to the old times--to show him the depth of my own wound--to make him explain himself.

Oh! but all those words are far, far too strong for what I did?
Who could ever suppose it to their advantage to make a scene with him--to weary or disgust him?
It was only a word--a phrase or two here and there.

But he understood,--and he gave me my answer.