You do not answer me, Louise.

Is it possible," he inquired, breathing with difficulty, "that you no longer love me ?" "I did not say so," replied Louise, softly.
"Oh! tell me the truth, I implore you.

All my hopes in life are centered in you.

I chose you for your gentle and simple tastes.

Do not suffer yourself to be dazzled, Louise, now that you are in the midst of a court where all that is pure too soon becomes corrupt--where all that is young too soon grows old.