Saturday noon
I will however own , I encouraged Fitzgerald by a kind look . I was so pleased at his return , that I could not keep up the farce of disdain I had projected : in love affairs , I am afraid , we are all fools alike . To Miss Fermor . Saturday noon . Come to my dressing-room , my dear ; I have a thousand things to say to you : I want to talk of my Rivers , to tell you all the weakness of my soul . No , my dear , I can not love him more , a passion like mine will not admit addition ; from the first moment I saw him my whole soul was his : I knew not that I was dear to him ; but true genuine love is self-existent , and does not depend on being beloved : I should have loved him even had he been attached to another . This declaration has made me the happiest of my sex ; but it has not increased , it could not increase , my tenderness : with what softness , what diffidence , what respect , what delicacy , was this declaration made !