Perhaps he wanted to be alone with Dr. G., who was here, but he should have let me know. At Hoffmann's I felt I was sitting on hot coals, expecting him to arrive every moment.

I have now reached the happy age of 23. No, happy is not quite the right word. At this particular moment I am certainly not happy.

He has so often told me he is madly in love with me, but what does that mean when I haven't had a good word from him in three months?

I am racking my brains to find out why he left without saying goodby to me.

God, I am afraid he won't give me his answer today. If only somebody would help me - it is all so terribly depressing.

Perhaps he wanted to be alone with Dr. G., who was here, but he should have let me know. At Hoffmann's I felt I was sitting on hot coals, expecting him to arrive every moment.

When he says he loves me, it only means he loves me at that particular instant. Like his promises, which he never keeps. Why does he torment me like this, when he could finish it off at once?