"Ah! diable!" murmured Chicot, "this is getting obscure."
And he read it again.
"I entirely approve of your plan with regard to the Forty-five."
"What plan?" Chicot asked himself.
"Only allow me to say, dear sister, that you will be conferring a greater honor on those fellows than they deserve."
"What honor?"
Chicot resumed:—
"Than they deserve.
"Your affectionate brother.
"H. DE LORRAINE."