She, however, commissioned M.de Melfort to tell me that, if I would teach her, she would get me an appointment with an income of twenty-five thousand francs.

Alas! it was impossible! I was madly in love with her, but I would not for the world have allowed her to guess my feelings.

My pride was the corrective of my love.

I was afraid of her haughtiness humiliating me, and perhaps I was wrong.

All I know is that I even now repent of having listened to a foolish pride.