ten o'clock
am I to regard with sorrow and fear these noble qualities -- these seductive traits that won my love ? Is it because he deserves to be loved more than any being on earth has ever been loved , that I tremble for him ! Valentine , does not such an excess of happiness excite your pity ? Ever since early this morning , I have been suffering torment -- Raymond left me for a few hours -- he went to Guéret ; one of his cousins returning from the waters of Néris was to pass through there at ten o'clock , and requested him to meet her at the hotel . Nothing is more natural , and I have no reason to be alarmed -- yet this short absence disturbs me as much as if it were to last years -- it makes me sad -- it is the first time we have been separated so long a time during these eight blissful days . Ah ! how I love him , and how heavy hangs time on my hands during his absence !