"Some day I will tell you the others."
As I left and was already nearly out of the window, he seized me impetuously by the arm, saying to me:
"Could you swear to me that you would be less happy if you did not know me?"
"I swear it."
His face brightened, and his eyes flashed.
August 8th.
And you too are transformed, my dear Gilbert; you have visibly rejuvenated. A new spirit has taken possession of you. Your blood circulates more quickly; you carry your head more proudly, your step is more elastic, there is more light in your eyes, more breath in your lungs, and you feel a celestial leaven fermenting in your heart. My old friend, you have emerged from your long uselessness to give birth to a soul! Oh, glorious task! God bless mother and daughter!
August 9th.
Stephane is painfully astonished at the friendship which his father displays towards me.
"He has the power of loving then, and does not love me? It is because I am destestable!"