I turned aside my head to conceal my tears.

I fled into solitude, to give vent to my reproaches, without interruption or restraint.

My heart was ready to burst with indignation and grief.
Pleyel was not the only object of my keen but unjust upbraiding.

Deeply did I execrate my own folly.

Thus fallen into ruins was the gay fabric which I had reared! Thus had my golden vision melted into air! How fondly did I dream that Pleyel was a lover! If he were, would he have suffered any obstacle to hinder his coming?
Blind and infatuated man! I exclaimed.