“The simplicity of our habits and occupations, and the perfect innocence in which we lived, revived insensibly our early feelings of devotion.  Manon had never been an irreligious girl, and I was far from being one of those reckless libertines who delight in adding impiety and sacrilege to moral depravity:  all the disorders of our lives might be fairly ascribed to the natural influences of youth and love.  Experience had now begun with us to do the office of age; it produced the same effect upon us as years must have done.  Our conversation, which was generally of a serious turn, by degrees engendered a longing for virtuous love.  I first proposed this change to Manon.  I knew the principles of her heart; she was frank and natural in all her sentiments, qualities which invariably predispose to virtue.  I said to her that there was but one thing wanting to complete our happiness:  `it is,’ said I, `to invoke upon our union the benediction of Heaven.  We have both of us hearts too sensitive and minds too refined, to continue voluntarily in the wilful violation of so sacred a duty.  It signifies nothing our having lived while in France in such a manner, because there it was as impossible for us not to love, as to be united by a legitimate tie:  but in America, where we are under no restraint, where we owe no allegiance to the arbitrary distinctions of birth and aristocratic prejudice, where besides we are already supposed to be married, why should we not actually become so—­why should we not sanctify our love by the holy ordinances of religion?  As for me,’ I added, `I offer nothing new in offering you my hand and my heart; but I am ready to ratify it at the foot of the altar.’

“This speech seemed to inspire her with joy. `Would you believe it,’ she replied, `I have thought of this a thousand times since our arrival in America?  The fear of annoying you has kept it shut up in my breast.  I felt that I had no pretensions to aspire to the character of your wife.’

“`Ah!  Manon,’ said I, `you should very soon be a sovereign’s consort, if I had been born to the inheritance of a crown.  Let us not hesitate; we have no obstacle to impede us:  I will this day speak to the governor on the subject, and acknowledge that we have in this particular hitherto deceived him.  Let us leave,’ added I, `to vulgar lovers the dread of the indissoluble bonds of marriage;[1] they would not fear them if they were assured, as we are, of the continuance of those of love.’  I left Manon enchanted by this resolution.

[1]Some say that Love, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.