Moved by I know not what folly, I wrote her a yet more roundabout letter, which, however, was very pressing.

In attempting to fan her flame I kindled myself--for a spectre--and at once I received this: "'What shall I do?
I neither wish to see you, nor can I consent to annihilate my overwhelming desire to meet you.

Last night, in spite of me, your name, which was burning me, sprang from my lips.

My husband, one of your admirers, it seems, appeared to be somewhat humiliated by the preoccupation which, indeed, was absorbing me and causing unbearable shivers to run all through me.

A common friend of yours and mine--for why should I not tell you that you know me, if to have met socially is to "know" anyone ?--one of your friends, then, came up and said that frankly he was very much taken with you.