Moriaz did not take your accident unkindly.

Shall I tell you my whole thought?
I should not be surprised if you had touched her heart, and that, if you take the pains, you may flatter yourself with the hope of one day being loved by her." At this moment the voice of his worthy friend appeared to Samuel Brohl the most harmonious of all music.

He felt a delicious thrill quiver through his frame.

The abbe was telling him nothing he had not known before; but there are things of which we are certain, things that we have told ourselves a hundred times, and yet that seem new when told us for the first time by another.
"You are not misleading me ?" ejaculated Samuel Brohl, overwhelmed with joy, transported beyond himself.

"Can it really be true!--One day I may flatter myself--one day she may judge me worthy--Ah! what a glorious vision you cause to pass before my eyes! How good and cruel together you are to me! What bitterness is intermingled with the ineffable sweetness of your words! No, I never could have believed that there could be so much joy in anguish, so much anguish in joy." "What would you imply, my dear count ?" interposed Abbe Miollens.