When you marry her you will take her to your own house; she will only see me now and then; she will have you and your affection always present.

Each day some new tie between you and her.

You two will share every joy, every sorrow.

Your children playing at your feet, and reflecting the features of both parents, will make you one.
Your hearts will melt together in that blessed union which raises earth so near to heaven; and then you will wonder you could ever be jealous of poor Josephine, who must never hope--ah, me!" Edouard, wrapped up in himself, mistook Josephine's emotion at the picture she had drawn of conjugal love.

He soothed her, and vowed upon his honor he never would separate Rose from her.
"Madame Raynal," said he, "you are an angel, and I am a fiend.