Oh! I entreat you to tell me what other talents you possess.

Tell me candidly, for you might kill me if you brought them out unexpectedly, as you have done this evening." "I have no other accomplishments, my best beloved.

I have emptied my bag all at once.

Now you know your Henriette entirely.

Had you not chanced to tell me about a month ago that you had no taste for music, I would have told you that I could play the violoncello remarkably well, but if I had mentioned such a thing, I know you well enough to be certain that you would have bought an instrument immediately, and I could not, dearest, find pleasure in anything that would weary you." The very next morning she had an excellent violoncello, and, far from wearying me, each time she played she caused me a new and greater pleasure.