While my jealousy of him lasted, you may be sure I was every day pumping him to see if he would discover any of the new thoughts which I suspected were in him; but I found everything he said was so honest and so innocent, that I could find nothing to nourish my suspicion; and in spite of all my uneasiness, he made me at last entirely his own again; nor did he in the least perceive that I was uneasy, and therefore I could not suspect him of deceit.
Amíg tartott a féltékenységem, naponta újra meg újra próbára tettem őt, beigazolja-e a gyanúmat, de be kellett látnom, hogy becsületes volt és vétlen mindabban, amivel vádoltam. Kétségeim ellenére végül újra a maga oldalára állított engem, és még csak azzal sem gyanúsíthattam, hogy becsapni próbál, hiszen nyilvánvalóan nem is sejtette, hogy gyanú ébredt bennem iránta.