The good Abbe Marcelin married us then! The happiness, above that of earth, which I feel in this new world of unexpected emotions can only be equalled by the joy of telling it to you, of sending it back to him who poured it into my heart with the lavishness of the sun itself.

No more veils, no more disguises, my beloved.

Come back to me, oh, come back soon.

With joy I now unmask.
You have no doubt heard of the house of Mignon in Havre?
Well, I am, through an irreparable misfortune, its sole heiress.

But you are not to look down upon us, descendant of an Auvergne knight; the arms of the Mignon de La Bastie will do no dishonor to those of Canalis.