Seven in the evening
He stopped , and , without seeming to remember he was not alone , walked hastily towards a little oratory he has built on the beach , near which is the grave of his Louisa ; I followed him a few steps , I saw him throw himself on his knees ; and , respecting his sorrow , returned to the house . Though I can not absolutely approve , yet I more than forgive , I almost admire , his renouncing the world in his situation . Devotion is perhaps the only balm for the wounds given by unhappy love ; the heart is too much softened by true tenderness to admit any common cure . Seven in the evening . I am returned to Madame Des Roches and her friends , who declined visiting the hermit . I found in his conversation all which could have adorned society ; he was pleased with the sympathy I shewed for his sufferings ; we parted with regret . I wished to have made him a present , but he will receive nothing .