Thou sportest with happiness.

The good that is offered thee, thou hast the insolence and folly to refuse.

Well, I will henceforth intrust my felicity to no one's keeping but my own.
The first agonies of this disappointment would not allow me to be reasonable or just.

Every ground on which I had built the persuasion that Pleyel was not unimpressed in my favor, appeared to vanish.

It seemed as if I had been misled into this opinion, by the most palpable illusions.
I made some trifling excuse, and returned, much earlier than I expected, to my own house.