The prettiest girl in Fontainebleau is willing to become my wife; I can marry her in less than three weeks if I see fit to hurry things a little.

Clementine did not meet me as if I were of no interest to her; far from it.

Her lovely eyes smiled upon me last night with the most tender regard.

It is true that she wept at the end, that's too certain.

That is my only vexation, my only anxiety, the sole cause of that foolish dream I had last night.