Yesterday and to-day I am the same.

There is a degree of depravity to which it is impossible for me to sink; yet, in the apprehension of another, my ancient and intimate associate, the perpetual witness of my actions, and partaker of my thoughts, I had ceased to be the same.

My integrity was tarnished and withered in his eyes.

I was the colleague of a murderer, and the paramour of a thief! His opinion was not destitute of evidence: yet what proofs could reasonably avail to establish an opinion like this?
If the sentiments corresponded not with the voice that was heard, the evidence was deficient; but this want of correspondence would have been supposed by me if I had been the auditor and Pleyel the criminal.

But mimicry might still more plausibly have been employed to explain the scene.