I have always thought, 'I wish, above all things, that my husband should be worthy of sharing this great fortune.

I wish to be very sure that he will make a good use of it with me while I am here, and after me, if I must leave this world first.' I thought of another thing; I thought, 'He who will be my husband must be some one I can love!' And now, Monsieur le Cure, this is where my confession really begins.

There is a man, who for the last two months, has done all he can to conceal from me that he loves me; but I do not doubt that this man loves me.

You do love me, Jean ?" "Yes," said Jean, in a low voice, his eyes cast down, looking like a criminal, "I do love you!" "I knew it very well, but I wanted to hear you say it, and now I entreat you, do not utter a single word.

Any words of yours would be useless, would disturb me, would prevent me from going straight to my aim, and telling you what I positively intend to say.