1 My dear Victor, do not speak thus.
2 Dear Victor, banish these dark passions.
3 Come, dearest Victor; you alone can console Elizabeth.
4 You well know, Victor, that our union had been the favourite plan of your parents ever since our infancy.
5 Now, dear Victor, I dare say you wish to be indulged in a little gossip concerning the good people of Geneva.
6 The expression of your sentiments of this subject, my dear Victor, gives me more pleasure than I have for some time experienced.
7 While I was thus engaged, Ernest entered: he had heard me arrive, and hastened to welcome me: "Welcome, my dearest Victor," said he.
8 Hear him not; call on the names of William, Justine, Clerval, Elizabeth, my father, and of the wretched Victor, and thrust your sword into his heart.
9 Be happy, my dear Victor," replied Elizabeth; "there is, I hope, nothing to distress you; and be assured that if a lively joy is not painted in my face, my heart is contented.
10 Come, Victor; not brooding thoughts of vengeance against the assassin, but with feelings of peace and gentleness, that will heal, instead of festering, the wounds of our minds.