A few words from you have again changed the state of my mind. Yes, you can do anything with me, and tomorrow, I should be dead indeed if the gentle sounds of your voice, the tender pressure of your adored lips, do not suffice to recall the life to my body. With what different feeling to yesterday's I shall lay myself down tonight! Yesterday, Adele, I no longer believe in your love; the hour of death would have been welcome to me.