It would be another happy memory to treasure along with my memory of our love, which was ineffaceable, although you so ungratefully suspected me of having deceived you." The treasurer appeared fairly intoxicated with joy.

He indulged in a thousand ridiculous extravagances and exaggerations, and declared himself the happiest of men.

Mademoiselle de Guerchi, who was desirous of being prepared for every peril, asked him in a coaxing tone-- "Who can have put it into your head to be jealous of the commander?
Has he been base enough to boast that I ever gave him my love ?" "No, he never said anything about you; but someway I was afraid." She renewed her assurances.

The conversation continued some time in a sentimental tone.

A thousand oaths, a thousand protestations of love were, exchanged.