The scheme of happiness to which he had devoted his thoughts was blasted by the discovery of last night.

My preference of another, and my unworthiness to be any longer the object of his adoration, were evinced by the same act and in the same moment.

The thought of utter desertion, a desertion originating in such a cause, was the prelude to distraction.

That Pleyel should abandon me forever, because I was blind to his excellence, because I coveted pollution, and wedded infamy, when, on the contrary, my heart was the shrine of all purity, and beat only for his sake, was a destiny which, as long as my life was in my own hands, I would by no means consent to endure.
I remembered that this evil was still preventable; that this fatal journey it was still in my power to procrastinate, or, perhaps, to occasion it to be laid aside.

There were no impediments to a visit: I only dreaded lest the interview should be too long delayed.