"A letter," replied Gaston.
"What does she say?"
"I cannot see, but I will send it to Dumesnil, who will read it."
"Make haste."
"Pardon," said Gaston, "I am as anxious as you;" and he ran to the chimney.
"The string," he cried.
"You have a letter."
"Yes; have you a light?"
"Yes."
"Lower the string."