I was visited by dread of unknown dangers, and the future was a scene over which clouds rolled, and thunders muttered.

I compared the cause with the effect, and they seemed disproportioned to each other.
All unaware, and in a manner which I had no power to explain, I was pushed from my immoveable and lofty station, and cast upon a sea of troubles.
I determined to be my brother's visitant on this evening, yet my resolves were not unattended with wavering and reluctance.

Pleyel's insinuations that I was in love, affected, in no degree, my belief, yet the consciousness that this was the opinion of one who would, probably, be present at our introduction to each other, would excite all that confusion which the passion itself is apt to produce.

This would confirm him in his error, and call forth new railleries.

His mirth, when exerted upon this topic, was the source of the bitterest vexation.