This time it is serious.

I have henceforth to make my way in the world.

I am, Monsieur, what you would call a bad subject." The tolerance with which my abrupt confession was received only made me the more self-reproachful.

The worst of beginning to tell the truth is that it is so hard to stop.

I could not inform him that I had fallen in love with a tone in his daughter's voice, with a light in her eyes--I, who had never made serious love to any woman yet.