The door of the house, which I found open, your subsequent entrance, closing, and fastening it, and going into your chamber, which had been thus long deserted, were only confirmations of the truth.
"Why should I paint the tempestuous fluctuation of my thoughts between grief and revenge, between rage and despair?
Why should I repeat my vows of eternal implacability and persecution, and the speedy recantation of these vows?
"I have said enough.

You have dismissed me from a place in your esteem.
What I think, and what I feel, is of no importance in your eyes.

May the duty which I owe myself enable me to forget your existence.

In a few minutes I go hence.

Be the maker of your fortune, and may adversity instruct you in that wisdom, which education was unable to impart to you." Those were the last words which Pleyel uttered.