little Mimi!' I thought, 'fi done! You are going to make a fool of yourself now when it is all over, because why? It is God who manages the world, and not you. You pray to God to help you in your despair, and he has helped you. He has sent you a good, kind husband who adores you; who asks only to be a brother to your sisters and brothers, and son to Clementine; who has given you more than you ever possessed in your life—but because he did not come out of the bonne aventure—and who gets a husband out of the bonne aventure?—and would your brun have come to you in your misfortune?' I am sure God inspired those thoughts in me.