“`In that case,’ she answered, `you shall be the richest man in the universe; for, as there never was love surpassing yours, so it is impossible for man to be loved more tenderly than you are by me.  I well know,’ she continued, `that I have never merited the almost incredible fidelity and attachment which you have shown for me.  I have often caused you annoyances, which nothing but excessive fondness could have induced you to pardon.  I have been thoughtless and volatile; and even while loving you as I have always done to distraction, I was never free from a consciousness of ingratitude.  But you cannot believe how much my nature is altered; those tears which you have so frequently seen me shed since quitting the French shore, have not been caused by my own misfortunes.  Since you began to share them with me, I have been a stranger to selfishness:  I only wept from tenderness and compassion for you.  I am inconsolable at the thought of having given you one instant’s pain during my past life.  I never cease upbraiding myself with my former inconstancy, and wondering at the sacrifices which love has induced you to make for a miserable and unworthy wretch, who could not, with the last drop of her blood, compensate for half the torments she has caused you.’

“Her grief, the language, and the tone in which she expressed herself, made such an impression, that I felt my heart ready to break in me. `Take care,’ said I to her, `take care, dear Manon; I have not strength to endure such exciting marks of your affection; I am little accustomed to the rapturous sensations which you now kindle in my heart.  Oh Heaven!’ cried I, `I have now nothing further to ask of you.  I am sure of Manon’s love.  That has been alone wanting to complete my happiness; I can now never cease to be happy:  my felicity is well secured.’

“`It is indeed,’ she replied, `if it depends upon me, and I well know where I can be ever certain of finding my own happiness centred.’

“With these ideas, capable of turning my hut into a palace worthy of earth’s proudest monarch, I lay down to rest.  America appeared to my view the true land of milk and honey, the abode of contentment and delight. `People should come to New Orleans,’ I often said to Manon, `who wish to enjoy the real rapture of love!  It is here that love is divested of all selfishness, all jealousy, all inconstancy.  Our countrymen come here in search of gold; they little think that we have discovered treasures of inestimably greater value.’

“We carefully cultivated the governor’s friendship.  He bestowed upon me, a few weeks after our arrival, a small appointment which became vacant in the fort.  Although not one of any distinction, I gratefully accepted it as a gift of Providence, as it enabled me to live independently of others’ aid.  I took a servant for myself, and a woman for Manon.  Our little establishment became settled:  nothing could surpass the regularity of my conduct, or that of Manon; we lost no opportunity of serving or doing an act of kindness to our neighbours.  This friendly disposition, and the mildness of our manners, secured us the confidence and affection of the whole colony.  We soon became so respected, that we ranked as the principal persons in the town after the governor.