6/33 I suspect her of having a very mediocre feeling of good-will for me, and I also accuse her of being cold and insensible; of understanding nothing whatever of the heart's unreasonableness, which is true wisdom. It is at Maisons and not at Cormeilles that I shall this day pass my evening. Are you content with me? Will you do me a favour? The wall being low at that place, I shall perceive from afar, before entering, the white silk of your sun-umbrella. |