This conference will end only with affording me a clearer foresight of my destiny; but that will be some satisfaction, and I will not part without it." Why, on hearing these words, did Pleyel hesitate?
Did some unlooked-for doubt insinuate itself into his mind?
Was his belief suddenly shaken by my looks, or my words, or by some newly recollected circumstance?
Whencesoever it arose, it could not endure the test of deliberation.

In a few minutes the flame of resentment was again lighted up in his bosom.
He proceeded with his accustomed vehemence-- "I hate myself for this folly.

I can find no apology for this tale.

Yet I am irresistibly impelled to relate it.

She that hears me is apprized of every particular.