If that is true, wasn't I that man's wife?
Wasn't I faithful?
For seven years, didn't I study every look and motion, and only live and breathe to please him?
He had the yellow fever, and for twenty days and nights I watched with him.
I alone,--and gave him all his medicine, and did everything for him; and then he called me his good angel, and said I'd saved his life.

We had two beautiful children.

The first was a boy, and we called him Henry.
He was the image of his father,--he had such beautiful eyes, such a forehead, and his hair hung all in curls around it; and he had all his father's spirit, and his talent, too.

Little Elise, he said, looked like me.

He used to tell me that I was the most beautiful woman in Louisiana, he was so proud of me and the children.