He would build on the banks of the Loire, not far from Tours, an enchanting little villa.

He already saw it, with its facade to the rising sun, nestling in the midst of flowers, and shaded with wide-spreading trees.

He furnished this dwelling in the most luxuriant style.

He wished to provide a marvellous casket, worthy the pearl he was about to possess.

For he had not a doubt; not a cloud obscured the horizon made radiant by his hopes, no voice at the bottom of his heart raised itself to cry, "Beware!" From that day, his visits to the marchioness became more frequent.
He might almost be said to live at her house.