As you yourself wrote, no liaison between us is possible.

Let us forget what has happened.

And before I go, tell me that you bear me no grudge." He cried out at this.

He would not have it so.

He had not been beside himself when he wrote her those ardent pages, he was in perfectly good faith, he loved her-- "You love me! Why, you didn't even know that those letters were from me.
You loved an unknown, a chimera.