I feel all the guilt into which I plunge myself, when I yield to the plan which you before proposed to me.

My poor Father's death which has taken place since we met, has removed one obstacle.

He sleeps in his grave, and I no longer dread his anger.

But from the anger of God, Oh! Raymond! who shall shield me?
Who can protect me against my conscience, against myself?
I dare not dwell upon these thoughts; They will drive me mad.

I have taken my resolution: Procure a dispensation from my vows; I am ready to fly with you.