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It
gave
me
the
greatest
pleasure
to
receive
a
letter
from
my
uncle
dated
at
Paris
;
you
are
no
longer
at
a
formidable
distance
,
and
I
may
hope
to
see
you
in
less
than
a
fortnight
.
My
poor
cousin
,
how
much
you
must
have
suffered
!
I
expect
to
see
you
looking
even
more
ill
than
when
you
quitted
Geneva
.
This
winter
has
been
passed
most
miserably
,
tortured
as
I
have
been
by
anxious
suspense
;
yet
I
hope
to
see
peace
in
your
countenance
and
to
find
that
your
heart
is
not
totally
void
of
comfort
and
tranquillity
.
Yet
I
fear
that
the
same
feelings
now
exist
that
made
you
so
miserable
a
year
ago
,
even
perhaps
augmented
by
time
.
I
would
not
disturb
you
at
this
period
,
when
so
many
misfortunes
weigh
upon
you
,
but
a
conversation
that
I
had
with
my
uncle
previous
to
his
departure
renders
some
explanation
necessary
before
we
meet
.
Explanation
!
You
may
possibly
say
,
What
can
Elizabeth
have
to
explain
?
If
you
really
say
this
,
my
questions
are
answered
and
all
my
doubts
satisfied
.
But
you
are
distant
from
me
,
and
it
is
possible
that
you
may
dread
and
yet
be
pleased
with
this
explanation
;
and
in
a
probability
of
this
being
the
case
,
I
dare
not
any
longer
postpone
writing
what
,
during
your
absence
,
I
have
often
wished
to
express
to
you
but
have
never
had
the
courage
to
begin
.
You
well
know
,
Victor
,
that
our
union
had
been
the
favourite
plan
of
your
parents
ever
since
our
infancy
.
We
were
told
this
when
young
,
and
taught
to
look
forward
to
it
as
an
event
that
would
certainly
take
place
.
We
were
affectionate
playfellows
during
childhood
,
and
,
I
believe
,
dear
and
valued
friends
to
one
another
as
we
grew
older
.
But
as
brother
and
sister
often
entertain
a
lively
affection
towards
each
other
without
desiring
a
more
intimate
union
,
may
not
such
also
be
our
case
?
Tell
me
,
dearest
Victor
.
Answer
me
,
I
conjure
you
by
our
mutual
happiness
,
with
simple
truth
--
Do
you
not
love
another
?
You
have
travelled
;
you
have
spent
several
years
of
your
life
at
Ingolstadt
;
and
I
confess
to
you
,
my
friend
,
that
when
I
saw
you
last
autumn
so
unhappy
,
flying
to
solitude
from
the
society
of
every
creature
,
I
could
not
help
supposing
that
you
might
regret
our
connection
and
believe
yourself
bound
in
honour
to
fulfil
the
wishes
of
your
parents
,
although
they
opposed
themselves
to
your
inclinations
.
But
this
is
false
reasoning
.
I
confess
to
you
,
my
friend
,
that
I
love
you
and
that
in
my
airy
dreams
of
futurity
you
have
been
my
constant
friend
and
companion
.
But
it
is
your
happiness
I
desire
as
well
as
my
own
when
I
declare
to
you
that
our
marriage
would
render
me
eternally
miserable
unless
it
were
the
dictate
of
your
own
free
choice
.
Even
now
I
weep
to
think
that
,
borne
down
as
you
are
by
the
cruellest
misfortunes
,
you
may
stifle
,
by
the
word
"
honour
,
"
all
hope
of
that
love
and
happiness
which
would
alone
restore
you
to
yourself
.
I
,
who
have
so
disinterested
an
affection
for
you
,
may
increase
your
miseries
tenfold
by
being
an
obstacle
to
your
wishes
.
Ah
!
Victor
,
be
assured
that
your
cousin
and
playmate
has
too
sincere
a
love
for
you
not
to
be
made
miserable
by
this
supposition
.
Be
happy
,
my
friend
;
and
if
you
obey
me
in
this
one
request
,
remain
satisfied
that
nothing
on
earth
will
have
the
power
to
interrupt
my
tranquillity
.
Do
not
let
this
letter
disturb
you
;
do
not
answer
tomorrow
,
or
the
next
day
,
or
even
until
you
come
,
if
it
will
give
you
pain
.
My
uncle
will
send
me
news
of
your
health
,
and
if
I
see
but
one
smile
on
your
lips
when
we
meet
,
occasioned
by
this
or
any
other
exertion
of
mine
,
I
shall
need
no
other
happiness
.
Elizabeth
Lavenza
Geneva
,
May
18th
,
17
-
This
letter
revived
in
my
memory
what
I
had
before
forgotten
,
the
threat
of
the
fiend
--
"
I
WILL
BE
WITH
YOU
ON
YOUR
WEDDING-NIGHT
!
"
Such
was
my
sentence
,
and
on
that
night
would
the
daemon
employ
every
art
to
destroy
me
and
tear
me
from
the
glimpse
of
happiness
which
promised
partly
to
console
my
sufferings
.
On
that
night
he
had
determined
to
consummate
his
crimes
by
my
death
.
Well
,
be
it
so
;
a
deadly
struggle
would
then
assuredly
take
place
,
in
which
if
he
were
victorious
I
should
be
at
peace
and
his
power
over
me
be
at
an
end
.
If
he
were
vanquished
,
I
should
be
a
free
man
.
Alas
!
What
freedom
?
Such
as
the
peasant
enjoys
when
his
family
have
been
massacred
before
his
eyes
,
his
cottage
burnt
,
his
lands
laid
waste
,
and
he
is
turned
adrift
,
homeless
,
penniless
,
and
alone
,
but
free
.
Such
would
be
my
liberty
except
that
in
my
Elizabeth
I
possessed
a
treasure
,
alas
,
balanced
by
those
horrors
of
remorse
and
guilt
which
would
pursue
me
until
death
.
Sweet
and
beloved
Elizabeth
!
I
read
and
reread
her
letter
,
and
some
softened
feelings
stole
into
my
heart
and
dared
to
whisper
paradisiacal
dreams
of
love
and
joy
;
but
the
apple
was
already
eaten
,
and
the
angel
's
arm
bared
to
drive
me
from
all
hope
.
Yet
I
would
die
to
make
her
happy
.
If
the
monster
executed
his
threat
,
death
was
inevitable
;
yet
,
again
,
I
considered
whether
my
marriage
would
hasten
my
fate
.
My
destruction
might
indeed
arrive
a
few
months
sooner
,
but
if
my
torturer
should
suspect
that
I
postponed
it
,
influenced
by
his
menaces
,
he
would
surely
find
other
and
perhaps
more
dreadful
means
of
revenge
.
