Allurements were thrown out to the young girl.  I took her part, and the joke was then turned against me.  Had I had no natural inclination to the poor girl, compassion and contradiction would have produced it in me:  I was always a great friend to decency in manners and conversation, especially in the fair sex.  I openly declared myself her champion, and perceived she was not insensible of my attention; her looks, animated by the gratitude she dared not express by words, were for this reason still more penetrating.

She was very timid, and I was as much so as herself.  The connection which this disposition common to both seemed to remove to a distance, was however rapidly formed.  Our landlady perceiving its progress, became furious, and her brutality forwarded my affair with the young girl, who, having no person in the house except myself to give her the least support, was sorry to see me go from home, and sighed for the return of her protector.  The affinity our hearts bore to each other, and the similarity of our dispositions, had soon their ordinary effect.  She thought she saw in me an honest man, and in this she was not deceived.  I thought I perceived in her a woman of great sensibility, simple in her manners, and devoid of all coquetry:—­I was no more deceived in her than she in me.  I began by declaring to her that I would never either abandon or marry her.  Love, esteem, artless sincerity were the ministers of my triumph, and it was because her heart was tender and virtuous, that I was happy without being presuming.

The apprehensions she was under of my not finding in her that for which I sought, retarded my happiness more than every other circumstance.  I perceived her disconcerted and confused before she yielded her consent, wishing to be understood and not daring to explain herself.  Far from suspecting the real cause of her embarrassment, I falsely imagined it to proceed from another motive, a supposition highly insulting to her morals, and thinking she gave me to understand my health might be exposed to danger, I fell into so perplexed a state that, although it was no restraint upon me, it poisoned my happiness during several days.  As we did not understand each other, our conversations upon this subject were so many enigmas more than ridiculous.  She was upon the point of believing I was absolutely mad; and I on my part was as near not knowing what else to think of her.  At last we came to an explanation; she confessed to me with tears the only fault of the kind of her whole life, immediately after she became nubile; the fruit of her ignorance and the address of her seducer.  The moment I comprehended what she meant, I gave a shout of joy.  “A Hymen!” exclaimed I; “sought for at Paris, and at twenty years of age!  Ah my Theresa!  I am happy in possessing thee, virtuous and healthy as thou art, and in not finding that for which I never sought.”