He was shortly to depart for Geneva; what a loss had I to sustain! I felt the whole force of it, and resolving to make the best use of this precious interval, I determined not to leave him, or, rather, he never quitted me, for my head was not yet sufficiently turned to think of quitting the house without leave, but it was soon perceived that he engrossed my whole time, and he was accordingly forbid the house.

This so incensed me, that forgetting everything but my friend Bacle, I went neither to the abbe nor the count, and was no longer to be found at home.

I paid no attention to repeated reprimands, and at length was threatened with dismissal.

This threat was my ruin, as it suggested the idea that it was not absolutely necessary that Bacle should depart alone.

From that moment I could think of no other pleasure, no other situation or happiness than taking this journey.
To render the felicity still more complete, at the end of it (though at an immense distance) I pictured to myself Madam de Warrens; for as to returning to Geneva, it never entered into my imagination.