Towards evening I went to see Esther, and found her looking serious and rather vexed; but as soon as she saw how pale I was her face lighted up, and she asked me, in a voice of tenderest interest, if I had been ill.  I told her I had been out of sorts, that I had taken some medicine, and that I now felt better.

“You will see my appetite at supper,” added I, to calm her fears, “I have had nothing to eat since dinner yesterday.”

This was really the truth, as I had only eaten a few oysters with the Paduan girls.

She could scarcely contain her joy at my recovery, and bade me kiss her, with which request I complied gladly, all unworthy though I felt of so great a favour.

“I am going to tell you an important piece of news,” said she, “and that is that I am sure that you do not invent the answers to your oracle, or at least that you only do so when you choose.  The reply you procured me was wonderful-nay, divine, for it told me of a secret unknown to all, even to myself.  You may imagine my surprise when I convinced myself, with no little trouble of the truth of the answer.

“You possess a treasure, your oracle is infallible; but surely it can never lie, and my oracle tells me that you love me.  It makes me glad to know that, for you are the man of my heart.  But I want you to give me an exemplary proof of your love, and if you do love me you will not hesitate to do so.  Stay, read the reply you got me; I am sure you do not know what it says; then I will tell you how you can make me quite happy.”

I pretended to read, and kissed the words which declared I loved her.  “I am delighted,” said I, “that the oracle has convinced you so easily, but I must be excused if I say that I believe you knew as much long ago.”  She replied, blushing, that if it were possible to chew me the object in question I should not wonder at her ignorance.  Then, coming to the proof of my love, she told me that she wanted me to communicate the secret to her.  “You love me,” said she, “and you ought to make no difficulty in assuring the bliss of a girl who will be your wife, and in your power.  My father will agree to our marriage, and when I become your wife I will do whatever you please.  We will even go and live in another country if that would add to your happiness.  But you must teach me how to obtain the answer to any question without inventing it myself.”

I took Esther’s hands in mine; she inspired me with the tenderest feelings, and I kissed her hands with respectful fervour, saying, “You know, Esther, dear, that my word is passed at Paris.  Certainly, Manon is not to be compared to you; but for all that I gave my promise to her poor mother, and I must keep it.”

A sigh escaped from Esther, and her head fell upon her breast:  but what could I do?  I could not teach her any other way of consulting the oracle than the method she understood as well as I:  my superiority over her only consisting in my greater craft and more extensive experience.