Love, esteem, artless sincerity were the ministers of my triumph, and it was because her heart was tender and virtuous, that I was happy without being presuming.
The apprehensions she was under of my not finding in her that for which I sought, retarded my happiness more than every other circumstance.

I perceived her disconcerted and confused before she yielded her consent, wishing to be understood and not daring to explain herself.

Far from suspecting the real cause of her embarrassment, I falsely imagined it to proceed from another motive, a supposition highly insulting to her morals, and thinking she gave me to understand my health might be exposed to danger, I fell into so perplexed a state that, although it was no restraint upon me, it poisoned my happiness during several days.

As we did not understand each other, our conversations upon this subject were so many enigmas more than ridiculous.

She was upon the point of believing I was absolutely mad; and I on my part was as near not knowing what else to think of her.