A deep joy surged across my soul, so deep that I never have felt its like.
Alas! at that instant some one called, “Jeanne!”
She stood up, took the two little girls by the hand, and was gone.
Far better had it been had I too fled, carrying with me that dream of delight!
But no, I leaned forward to look after them. In the doorway beyond I saw M. Charnot. A young man was with him, who spoke to Jeanne. She answered him. Three words reached me:
“It’s nothing, George.”
The devil! She loves another!
May 2d.
In what a state of mind did I set out this morning to face my examiners! Downhearted, worn out by a night of misery, indifferent to all that might befall me, whether for good or for evil.
I considered myself, and indeed I was, very wretched, but I never thought that I should return more wretched than I went.