As I thought of how the barriers which my imagination had placed between Marguerite and myself had disappeared, of how she was now mine; of the place I now had in her thoughts, of the key to her room which I had in my pocket, and of my right to use this key, I was satisfied with life, proud of myself, and I loved God because he had let such things be.
En songeant que les barrières placées par mon imagination entre Marguerite et moi avaient disparu, que je la possédais, que j'occupais un peu sa pensée, que j'avais dans ma poche la clef de son appartement et le droit de me servir de cette clef, j'étais content de la vie, fier de moi, et j'aimais Dieu qui permettait tout cela.