Her husband, always fond of a joke, told her that I was in love with her, and his mother-in-law advised him not to show so much intrepidity.

I only remained an hour with those charming persons, and then took leave of them, but the very air around me was heated by the flame within my breast.

When I reached my room I began to write, and spent the night in composing an ode which I sent the next day to the advocate.

I was certain that he would shew it to his wife, who loved poetry, and who did not yet know that I was a poet.

I abstained from seeing her again for three or four days.