The Esteem which she had been long labouring to feel for the
Chevalier, was now turn'd to Aversion and Disdain; and the
Indifference she had for all Mankind, now converted into the most
violent Passion for one ...she thought she could be contended to
live a single Life, and knew so little of the encroaching Nature of
the Passion she had entertained, that she believed she should never
languish for any greater Joy, than that she might, without a Crime,
indulge Contemplation with the Idea of his Perfections; and to destroy
that pleasing Theory by marrying with another ...was more terrible to
her than the worst of Deaths.--Confounded what to do, or rather wild
that there was nothing she could do that might be of Service to her in
an Exigence like this, her Mind grew all a Chaos, and the
unintermitting Inquietudes of her Soul not permitting any Repose, she
...had a very good Pretence to keep her Chamber, and receive no
Visits."

She passes the day in tormenting perplexities, sometimes relieved by
intervals of unsubstantial joy, when she fancies that her affianced may
break off the match for some reason, that his sickness, an accident, or
death may leave her free to wed Blessure. In imagination she pictures to
herself happy meetings with her lover, and even repeats their
conversation. Then recollecting her true situation, she lapses into real
woe and bitterness of heart. The Count, however, has been deeply
affected by her charms, and though he learns that she is engaged to De
Semar, he sends her an appealing letter to discover whether the match is
the result of choice or duty. Upon the receipt of this billet the soul
of Anadea is distracted between the impulses of love and the dictates of
prudence. Finally she writes a discreet, but not too severe reply,
intimating that her choice is due more to duty than to inclination.
Naturally the Count protests vehemently against her sacrificing herself