If so, you have done a bad deed.

Your two letters have enough of the spirit of mischief in them to force this doubt into the mind of a Parisian.

But I am no longer master of myself; my life, my future depend on the answer you will make me.

Tell me if the certainty of an unbounded affection, oblivious of all social conventions, will touch you,--if you will suffer me to seek you.

There is anxiety enough and uncertainty enough in the question as to whether I can personally please you.