Dear Camille, I have been reared in a strict school: and perhaps none of your sex can know what it cost me to go to Frejus that day with him I love." "My own Josephine!" "I made but one condition: that you would not rob me of my mother's respect: to her our hasty marriage would appear monstrous, heartless.
You consented to be secretly happy for six months.

One fortnight has passed, and you are discontented again." "Oh, no! do not think so.

It is every word true.

I am an ungrateful villain." "How dare you say so?
and to me! No! but you are a man." "So I have been told; but my conduct to you, sweet one, has not been that of a man from first to last.

Yet I could die for you, with a smile on my lips.