I loved you truly; I love you still.

Catharine is a poor pretext.

There is something you have not told me.

Say truthfully that your belief is that I was secretly paying court to that poor Madame de Brissac, and that I wore the grey cloak that terrible night; that I fled from France because of these things.

You say that you are about to become a nun.
You do, then, believe in God.