LETTER XVII.
July 8.
HOW can I be so childish? I depend on every turn and change of
countenance. How can I be so childish? -- We have been at
Walheim: the ladies went in a carriage, but we got out to walk.
Whilst we were walking, I thought the eyes of Charlotte -- but I
was mistaken -- However, I will tell you in two words, for I am
now dying with sleep. When the ladies got into their coach again,
young W. Selfstadt, Andran, and myself, were talking to them at
the window; the young men were gay, and full of spirits; I watch-
{59} ed Charlotte's eyes; they wandered from one to the other,
but did not light on me; upon me, who stood there motionless, and
saw nothing but her. My heart was bidding her adieu a thousand
and a thousand times, and she did not even look at me. The coach
drove off, and a tear was ready to start. I followed her with my
eyes; I saw her put her head out of the window. Alas! was it for
me that she looked out? I know not; and uncertainty is my comfort
perhaps. -- Good night. -- I see my own weakness.
