Am I not here?
Shall I ever leave you, and can I ever repay you for the happiness that you give me?
No more barriers, my Marguerite; we love; what matters all the rest ?" "Oh yes, I love you, my Armand," she murmured, putting her two arms around my neck.

"I love you as I never thought I should ever love.

We will be happy; we will live quietly, and I will say good-bye forever to the life for which I now blush.

You won't ever reproach me for the past?
Tell me!" Tears choked my voice.

I could only reply by clasping Marguerite to my heart.
"Well," said she, turning to Prudence, and speaking in a broken voice, "you can report this scene to the duke, and you can add that we have no longer need of him." From that day forth the duke was never referred to.