"Coralie!" I cried, in surprise.

"What is the matter?
What are you doing ?" She looked up at me, the fire of her eyes flashing through the mist of tears.
"Don't scold me, Edgar; it is the fault of the music.

It sent me here to tell you how dearly I love you, and to ask from you one kind word." I was terribly embarrassed.

Could it be possible this beautiful woman was confessing her love for me?
"Do not judge me hastily," she said.

"I am not like the fair, cold girls of this northern clime.