But he was afraid, and not daring to go farther, he fell on his knees at the end of the balcony.
"Could you but know," he said, "the abominable tortures I have passed through.

I have never imagined a worse suffering.

Really, the only true grief is to think that you are not beloved by the person to whom you have given your affection.

I would willingly give up all else; would consent to be poor, dying from hunger, or racked by pain; but I will not pass another day with this terrible doubt gnawing at my heart, of thinking that you do not love me.

Be good, I pray you, and pity me." She listened to him, silent, overcome with compassion, yet very happy withal.
"This morning you sent me away in such a dreadful manner! I had fancied to myself that you had changed your feelings towards me, and that, appreciating my affection, you liked me better.