Late disasters had rent my heart, and now that the wound was in some degree closed, the love which I had cherished for this man seemed likewise to have vanished.
Hitherto, indeed, I had had no cause for despair.

I was innocent of that offence which had estranged him from my presence.

I might reasonably expect that my innocence would at some time be irresistably demonstrated, and his affection for me be revived with his esteem.

Now my aversion to be thought culpable by him continued, but was unattended with the same impatience.

I desired the removal of his suspicions, not for the sake of regaining his love, but because I delighted in the veneration of so excellent a man, and because he himself would derive pleasure from conviction of my integrity.
My uncle had early informed me that Pleyel and he had seen each other, since the return of the latter from Europe.