Eternal remembrance of innocence and enjoyment!  It was in this grove that, seated by her side upon a seat of turf under an acacia in full bloom, I found for the emotions of my heart a language worthy of them.  It was the first and only time of my life; but I was sublime:  if everything amiable and seducing with which the most tender and ardent love can inspire the heart of man can be so called.  What intoxicating tears did I shed upon her knees! how many did I make her to shed involuntarily!  At length in an involuntary transport she exclaimed:  “No, never was a man so amiable, nor ever was there one who loved like you!  But your friend Saint Lambert hears us, and my heart is incapable of loving twice.”  I exhausted myself with sighs; I embraced her—­what an embrace!  But this was all.  She had lived alone for the last six months, that is absent from her husband and lover; I had seen her almost every day during three months, and love seldom failed to make a third.  We had supped tete-a-tete, we were alone, in the grove by moonlight, and after two hours of the most lively and tender conversation, she left this grove at midnight, and the arms of her lover, as morally and physically pure as she had entered it.  Reader, weigh all these circumstances; I will add nothing more.

Do not, however, imagine that in this situation my passions left me as undisturbed as I was with Theresa and mamma.  I have already observed I was this time inspired not only with love, but with love and all its energy and fury.  I will not describe either the agitations, tremblings, palpitations, convulsionary emotions, nor faintings of the heart, I continually experienced; these may be judged of by the effect her image alone made upon me.  I have observed the distance from the Hermitage to Eaubonne was considerable; I went by the hills of Andilly, which are delightful; I mused, as I walked, on her whom I was going to see, the charming reception she would give me, and upon the kiss which awaited me at my arrival.  This single kiss, this pernicious embrace, even before I received it, inflamed my blood to such a degree as to affect my head, my eyes were dazzled, my knees trembled, and were unable to support me; I was obliged to stop and sit down; my whole frame was in inconceivable disorder, and I was upon the point of fainting.  Knowing the danger, I endeavored at setting out to divert my attention from the object, and think of something else.  I had not proceeded twenty steps before the same recollection, and all that was the consequence of it, assailed me in such a manner that it was impossible to avoid them, and in spite of all my efforts I do not believe I ever made this little excursion alone with impunity.  I arrived at Eaubonne, weak, exhausted, and scarcely able to support myself.  The moment I saw her everything was repaired; all I felt in her presence was the importunity of an inexhaustible and useless ardor.  Upon the road to Raubonne there was a pleasant terrace called