No one ever thinks of me.

And now you won't even take the trouble to deny that shameful letter." "Why should I deny it?
It is true.

Do you not see the irony of all this?
I amuse myself by paying a few compliments to a schoolgirl for whom I do not care two straws more than for any agreeable and passably clever woman I meet.

Nevertheless, I occasionally feel a pang of remorse because I think that she may love me seriously, although I am only playing with her.

I pity the poor heart I have wantonly ensnared.