Then he became pressing, and besought her most ardently.
"Come, dear, the highways are not light at this hour; the carriage will bear us away in the darkness, and we will go on and on, cradled in each other's arms, sleeping as if warmly covered with down, not fearing the night's freshness; and when the day dawns we will continue our route in the sunshine, as we go still farther on, until we reach the country where people are always happy.

No one will know us there; we will live by ourselves, lost in some great garden, having no other care than to love each other more deeply than ever at the coming of each new day.

We shall find flowers as large as trees, fruits sweeter than honey.

And we will live on nothing, for in the midst of this eternal spring, dear soul, we will live on our kisses." She trembled under these burning words, with which he heated her face, and her whole being seemed to be fainting away at the representation of these promised joys.
"Oh! in a few minutes I will be ready; but wait a little longer." "Then, if journeying fatigues us, we will come back here.

We will rebuild the Chateau d'Hautecoeur, and we will pass the rest of our lives there.