When I had done I was in a fearful state, and I threw myself in an arm-chair opposite her bed, half dead, in a sort of trance. I was looking at that lovely being who, almost artless, was continually granting me greater and still greater favours, and yet never allowed me to reach the goal for which I was so ardently longing.
“What are you thinking of?” she said.
“Of the supreme felicity I have just been enjoying.”
“You are a cruel man.”
“No, I am not cruel, for, if you love me, you must not blush for your indulgence. You must know, too, that, loving you passionately, I must not suppose that it is to be a surprise that I am indebted for my happiness in the enjoyment of the most ravishing sights, for if I owed it only to mere chance I should be compelled to believe that any other man in my position might have had the same happiness, and such an idea would be misery to me. Let me be indebted to you for having proved to me this morning how much enjoyment I can derive from one of my senses. Can you be angry with my eyes?”
“Yes.”
“They belong to you; tear them out.”
The next day, the moment the doctor had gone, she sent her maid out to make some purchases.
“Ah!” she said a few minutes after, “my maid has forgotten to change my chemise.”
“Allow me to take her place.”