There is no oath which seems to me so sacred as that sworn by the all-divine love I bear you. - By this love, then, and by the God who reigns in Heaven, I swear to you that my soul is incapable of dishonor - that, with the exception of occasional follies and excesses which I bitterly lament, but to which I have been driven by intolerable sorrow, and which are hourly committed by others without attracting any notice whatever - I can call to mind no act of my life which would bring a blush to my cheek - or to yours. If I have erred at all, in this regard, it has been on the side of what the world would call a Quixotic sense of the honorable - of the chivalrous.