I mean now to try and see her as soon as I can:  or perhaps, on second thoughts, I had better not; it is better I should behold her through the eyes of her lover.  To my sight, perhaps, she would not appear as she now stands before me; and why should I destroy so sweet a picture?

June 16.

“Why do I not write to you?” You lay claim to learning, and ask such a question.  You should have guessed that I am well —­ that is to say —­ in a word, I have made an acquaintance who has won my heart:  I have —­ I know not.

To give you a regular account of the manner in which I have become acquainted with the most amiable of women would be a difficult task.  I am a happy and contented mortal, but a poor historian.

An angel!  Nonsense!  Everybody so describes his mistress; and yet I find it impossible to tell you how perfect she is, or why she is so perfect:  suffice it to say she has captivated all my senses.

So much simplicity with so much understanding —­ so mild, and yet so resolute —­ a mind so placid, and a life so active.

But all this is ugly balderdash, which expresses not a single character nor feature.  Some other time —­ but no, not some other time, now, this very instant, will I tell you all about it.  Now or never.  Well, between ourselves, since I commenced my letter, I have been three times on the point of throwing down my pen, of ordering my horse, and riding out.  And yet I vowed this morning that I would not ride to-day, and yet every moment I am rushing to the window to see how high the sun is.

I could not restrain myself —­ go to her I must.  I have just returned, Wilhelm; and whilst I am taking supper I will write to you.  What a delight it was for my soul to see her in the midst of her dear, beautiful children, —­ eight brothers and sisters!

But, if I proceed thus, you will be no wiser at the end of my letter than you were at the beginning.  Attend, then, and I will compel myself to give you the details.

I mentioned to you the other day that I had become acquainted with S—­, the district judge, and that he had invited me to go and visit him in his retirement, or rather in his little kingdom.  But I neglected going, and perhaps should never have gone, if chance had not discovered to me the treasure which lay concealed in that retired spot.  Some of our young people had proposed giving a ball in the country, at which I consented to be present.  I offered my hand for the evening to a pretty and agreeable, but rather commonplace, sort of girl from the immediate neighbourhood; and it was agreed that I should engage a carriage, and call upon Charlotte, with my partner and her aunt, to convey them to the ball.  My companion informed me, as we drove along through the park to the hunting-lodge, that I should make the acquaintance of a very charming young lady.  “Take care,” added the aunt, “that you do not lose your heart.”