“I think not of the letter.”
“Then of love. I must know what you said?”
“We were speaking of you. Grandmother has her own questionings as to why you are so serious one moment and so gay the next. I said (it is a long time ago) that perhaps you were in love.”
“And Grandmother?”
“She was terrified.”
“Why?”
“Chiefly because of your evident excitement.”
“Grandmother’s peace of mind is dear to me; dearer, perhaps, than you think.”
“She told me herself that she believed in your boundless love for her.”
“Thank God! I am grateful to you for repeating this to me. Go to Grandmother and destroy this curiosity of hers about my being in love, in ecstasy. It cannot be difficult for you, and you will fulfil my wishes if you love me.”