I discovered nothing which betokened preparation for sleep.

Instead of this I heard deep-drawn sighs, and occasionally an half-expressed and mournful ejaculation.

Hence I inferred that you were unhappy.

The true state of your mind with regard to Pleyel your own pen had disclosed; but I supposed you to be framed of such materials, that, though a momentary sadness might affect you, you were impregnable to any permanent and heartfelt grief.

Inquietude for my own safety was, for a moment, suspended by sympathy with your distress.
"To the former consideration I was quickly recalled by a motion of yours which indicated I knew not what.