Chapter 19: July

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​⁠Albert is arrived, and I must take my departure. Were he the best and noblest of men, and I in every respect his inferior, I could not endure to see him in possession of such a perfect being. Possession!—enough, Wilhelm: her betrothed is here,—a fine, worthy fellow, whom one cannot help liking. Fortunately I was not present at their meeting. It would have broken my heart! And he is so considerate: