Her mother came in and asked why she was on the bed, but not at all suspiciously.  Sara told her the truth.

M. M——­ F——­ came in soon after, and we dined together, but silently.  What I had heard from the girl’s lips had completely overwhelmed me.  I saw I had nothing to hope for, and that it was time for me to look to myself.  Six weeks before, God had delivered me from my bondage to an infamous woman, and now I was in danger of becoming the slave of an angel.  Such were my reflections whilst Sara was fainting, but it was necessary for me to consider the matter at my leisure.

There was a sale of valuable articles in the city, the means taken for disposing of them being a lottery.  Sara had read the announcement, and I asked her with her mother and sister to come with me and take part in it.  I had not much trouble in obtaining their consent, and we found ourselves in distinguished company, among the persons present being the Countess of Harrington, Lady Stanhope, and Emilie and her daughters.  Emilie had a strange case before the courts.  She had given information to the police that her husband had been robbed of six thousand pounds, though everyone said that she herself was the thief.

Madame M——­ F——­ did not take a ticket, but she allowed me to take tickets for her daughters, who were in high glee, since for ten or twelve guineas they got articles worth sixty.

Every day I was more taken with Sara; but feeling sure that I should only obtain slight favours from her, I thought it was time to come to an explanation.  So after supper I said that as it was not certain that Sara could become my wife I had determined not to accompany them to Berne.  The father told me I was very wise, and that I could still correspond with his daughter, Sara said nothing, but I could see she was much grieved.

I passed a dreadful night; such an experience was altogether new to me.  I weighed Sara’s reasons, and they seemed to me to be merely frivolous, which drove me to conclude that my caresses had displeased her.

For the last three days I found myself more than once alone with her; but I was studiously moderate, and she caressed me in a manner that would have made my bliss if I had not already obtained the one great favour.  It was at this time I learnt the truth of the maxim that if abstinence is sometimes the spur of love, it has also the contrary effect.  Sara had brought my feeling to a pitch of gentle friendship, while an infamous prostitute like the Charpillon, who knew how to renew hope and yet grant nothing, ended by inspiring me with contempt, and finally with hatred.

The family sailed for Ostend, and I accompanied them to the mouth of the Thames.  I gave Sara a letter for Madame de W——.  This was the name of the learned Hedvig whom she did not know.  They afterwards became sisters-in-law, as Sara married a brother of M. de W——­, and was happy with him.

Even now I am glad to hear tidings of my old friends and their doings, but the interest I take in such matters is not to be compared to my interest in some obscure story of ancient history.  For our contemporaries, the companions, of our youthful follies, we have a kind of contempt, somewhat similar to that which we entertain for ourselves.  Four years ago I wrote to Madame G——­ at Hamburg, and my letter began: