I do not believe at this moment she dreams that--Do you ?" "She does not." "Thank God! I was a most conceited fool, puffed up with spiritual pride, tempting God needlessly.

I went, I saw her.

Heaven is my witness, that as far as passion goes, my heart is as pure as yours: but I found that I still cared more for her than for any being on earth: and I found too the sort of man upon whom--God forgive me! I must not talk of that--I despised him, hated him, pretended to teach him his duty, by behaving better to her than he did--the spiritual coxcomb that I was! What business had I with it?
Why not have left all to God and her good sense?
The devil tempted me to-day, in the shape of an angel of courtesy and chivalry; and here the end is come.

I must find that man, Miss St.Just, if I travel the world in search of him.

I must ask his pardon frankly, humbly, for my impertinence.