I could not love her better if she were my own daughter.

She will be sixteen on the 5th February.

God grant that I may live long enough to marry her to a man who will make her happy.

I wanted to take her to the theater in Paris, where she was for the first time, but she refused, the Abbe Chaperon had forbidden it.
'But,' I said, 'when you are married your husband will want you to go there.' 'I shall do what my husband wants,' she answered.

'If he asks me to do evil and I am weak enough to yield, he will be responsible before God--and so I shall have strength to refuse him, for his own sake.'" As the coach entered Nemours, at five in the morning, Ursula woke up, ashamed at her rumpled condition, and confused by the look of admiration which she encountered from Savinien.