Chapter 14: July

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌⁠Wilhelm, what is the world to our hearts without love? What is a magic-lantern without light? You have but to kindle the flame within, and the brightest figures shine on the white wall; and, if love only show us fleeting shadows, we are yet happy, when, like mere children, we behold them, and are transported with the splendid phantoms. I have not been able to see Charlotte to-day. I was prevented