Between the acts M.
Paul, told us he knew not what possessed us, and half expostulated.
"C'est peut-etre plus beau que votre modele," said he, "mais ce n'est pas juste." I know not what possessed me either; but somehow, my longing was to eclipse the "Ours," _i.e._, Dr.John.Ginevra was tender; how could I be otherwise than chivalric?
Retaining the letter, I recklessly altered the spirit of the _role_.

Without heart, without interest, I could not play it at all.

It must be played--in went the yearned-for seasoning--thus favoured, I played it with relish.
What I felt that night, and what I did, I no more expected to feel and do, than to be lifted in a trance to the seventh heaven.

Cold, reluctant, apprehensive, I had accepted a part to please another: ere long, warming, becoming interested, taking courage, I acted to please myself.

Yet the next day, when I thought it over, I quite disapproved of these amateur performances; and though glad that I had obliged M.
Paul, and tried my own strength for once, I took a firm resolution, never to be drawn into a similar affair.