“Yes.”
“Where,—here?”
“Oh, no; I have them safe at Blois, in the little room you know well enough.”
“That dear little room,—that darling little room, the ante-chamber of the palace I intend you to live in one of these days. But, I beg your pardon, you said that all those letters are in that little room?”
“Yes.”
“Did you not put them in a box?”
“Of course; in the same box where I put all the letters I received from you, and where I put mine also when your business or your amusements prevented you from coming to our rendezvous.”
“Ah, very good,” said Malicorne.
“Why are you satisfied?”
“Because I see there is a possibility of not having to run to Blois after the letters, for I have them here.”