"We are at home." Whenever I recollect the circumstance, it seems to me fabulous, for it is not possible to annihilate time, and the horses were regular old screws.
But we were lucky all through.

The night was dark, and my beloved angel happened to be on the right side to get out of the carriage first, so that, although the advocate was at the door of the brougham as soon as the footman, everything went right, owing to the slow manner in which Lucrezia alighted.

I remained at Donna Cecilia's until midnight.
When I got home again, I went to bed; but how could I sleep?
I felt burning in me the flame which I had not been able to restore to its original source in the too short distance from Testaccio to Rome.

It was consuming me.

Oh! unhappy are those who believe that the pleasures of Cythera are worth having, unless they are enjoyed in the most perfect accord by two hearts overflowing with love! I only rose in time for my French lesson.