we are happiest under the influence of innocent delusions.

JULY 8.

What a child is man that he should be so solicitous about a look!
What a child is man! We had been to Walheim: the ladies went in
a carriage; but during our walk I thought I saw in Charlotte's
dark eyes -- I am a fool -- but forgive me! you should see them,
-- those eyes. -- However, to be brief (for my own eyes are weighed
down with sleep), you must know, when the ladies stepped into their
carriage again, young W. Seldstadt, Andran, and I were standing
about the door. They are a merry set of fellows, and they were
all laughing and joking together. I watched Charlotte's eyes.
They wandered from one to the other; but they did not light on me,
on me, who stood there motionless, and who saw nothing but her!
My heart bade her a thousand times adieu, but she noticed me not.
The carriage drove off; and my eyes filled with tears. I looked
after her: suddenly I saw Charlotte's bonnet leaning out of the
window, and she turned to look back, was it at me? My dear friend,
I know not; and in this uncertainty I find consolation. Perhaps
she turned to look at me. Perhaps! Good-night -- what a child I am!

JULY 10.

You should see how foolish I look in company when her name is
mentioned, particularly when I am asked plainly how I like her.
How I like her! I detest the phrase. What sort of creature must
he be who merely liked Charlotte, whose whole heart and senses
were not entirely absorbed by her. Like her! Some one asked me
lately how I liked Ossian.