May nothing ever tarnish this episode of our lives.

Were we to continue it I might love you; I might conceive one of those mad passions which rend all obstacles, which light fires in the heart whose violence is greater than their duration.

And suppose I succeeded in pleasing you?
we should end our tale in the common vulgar way,--marriage, a household, children, Belise and Henriette Chrysale together!--could it be?
Therefore, adieu..