We remained motionless, speechless, wrapped up in the most profound despair.
I broke that sad silence to tell her that the carriage which M.Tronchin would provide could not possibly be as comfortable and as safe as mine, and I entreated her to take it, assuring her that by accepting it she would give me a last proof of her affection.
"I will take in exchange, my dearest love, the carriage sent by the banker." "I accept the change, darling," she answered, "it will be a great consolation to possess something which has belonged to you." As she said these words, she slipped in my pocket five rolls containing each one hundred louis d'or--a slight consolation for my heart, which was almost broken by our cruel separation! During the last twenty-four hours we could boast of no other eloquence but that which finds expression in tears, in sobs, and in those hackneyed but energetic exclamations, which two happy lovers are sure to address to reason, when in its sternness it compels them to part from one another in the very height of their felicity.

Henriette did not endeavour to lure me with any hope for the future, in order to allay my sorrow! Far from that, she said to me, "Once we are parted by fate, my best and only friend, never enquire after me, and, should chance throw you in my way, do not appear to know me." She gave me a letter for M.d'Antoine, without asking me whether I intended to go back to Parma, but, even if such had not been my intention, I should have determined at once upon returning to that city.
She likewise entreated me not to leave Geneva until I had received a letter which she promised to, write to me from the first stage on her journey.

She started at day-break, having with her a maid, a footman on the box of the carriage, and being preceded by a courier on horseback.

I followed her with my eyes as long as I could, see her carriage, and I was still standing on the same spot long after my eyes had lost sight of it.
All my thoughts were wrapped up in the beloved object I had lost for ever.

The world was a blank! I went back to my room, ordered the waiter not to disturb me until the return of the horses which had drawn Henriette's carriage, and I lay down on my bed in the hope that sleep would for a time silence a grief which tears could not drown.
The postillion who had driven Henriette did not return till the next day; he had gone as far as Chatillon.