The poet's chaos was no unapt emblem of the state of my mind.

A torment was awakened in my bosom, which I foresaw would end only when this interview was past, and its consequences fully experienced.

Hence my impatience for the arrival of the hour which had been prescribed by Carwin.
Meanwhile, my meditations were tumultuously active.

New impediments to the execution of the scheme were speedily suggested.

I had apprized Catharine of my intention to spend this and many future nights with her.
Her husband was informed of this arrangement, and had zealously approved it.