"I understand, dear Monsieur Chicot."
"In addition to which you will receive a reward, instead of being punished."
"You are a great man, dear Monsieur Chicot; I will run at once to the Priory of St. Antoine."
"Wait a minute! did I not say there was the purse and the letter?"
"Oh! yes, and you have the letter in your hand."—"Precisely."
"I must not say that it has been read and copied?"
"Pardieu! it is precisely on account of this letter reaching its destination intact that you will receive a recompense."
"The letter contains a secret, then?"
"In such times as the present there are secrets in everything, my dear Bonhomet."
And Chicot, with this sententious reply, again fastened the silk under the wax of the seal by making use of the same means as he had done before; he then fastened the wax so artistically that the most experienced eye would not have been able to have detected the slightest crack.