Between one of these and my brother, there quickly grew the most affectionate intimacy.

Her name was Catharine Pleyel.

She was rich, beautiful, and contrived to blend the most bewitching softness with the most exuberant vivacity.

The tie by which my brother and she were united, seemed to add force to the love which I bore her, and which was amply returned.

Between her and myself there was every circumstance tending to produce and foster friendship.