Pleyel did not scruple to regard the whole as a deception of the senses.
At length Pleyel said, "Well, I suppose you have found the letter."
Later on he remarked that "Pleyel's presumption is everywhere criticized."
During this walk, Pleyel renewed the subject that was nearest his heart.
In this interval, Pleyel, for the most part, estranged himself from his old companions.
Pleyel's temper made him susceptible of no durable impressions.
Pleyel was possessed by some momentary phrenzy: appearances had led him into palpable errors.
He appeared to have contracted an affection for Pleyel, who was not slow to return it.
He knew not by how many motives I was incited to retrieve the good opinion of Pleyel.
Why he had assumed the garb of a rustic, Pleyel was unable to conjecture.