I had no power to prevent his going, or to recall, or to follow him.

The accents I had heard were calculated to confound and bewilder.

I looked around me to assure myself that the scene was real.

I moved that I might banish the doubt that I was awake.

Such enormous imputations from the mouth of Pleyel! To be stigmatized with the names of wanton and profligate! To be charged with the sacrifice of honor! with midnight meetings with a wretch known to be a murderer and thief! with an intention to fly in his company! What I had heard was surely the dictate of phrenzy, or it was built upon some fatal, some incomprehensible mistake.