L'Abbé Prévost, The Story of Manon Lescaut and of the Chevalier des Grieux…
“ The remainder of the day seemed to me intolerably long; but night came at last, and we took a coach and drove to within a short distance of the gates of the Hôpital. We had not waited there many minutes before Manon and her escort made their appearance. The door of our coach was open; they hurriedly leaped in, and I clasped my beloved mistress to my heart. She was trembling like a leaf. "Where shall I drive?" asked the coachman. "Drive to the uttermost ends of the earth!" cried I, "and carry me to some spot where I can never again be separated from Manon!" ”
