"But for what purpose does Benvenuto want the letter?"
"Ah! faith, I've no idea, and it doesn't concern me. He said to me, 'I must have that letter.' I said to him, 'Very good, I will get it for you.' I have had myself put in prison in order to get it; so give it me, and I agree to deliver it to Benvenuto. Well, what's the matter?"
This last question was induced by the cloud which spread over Ascanio's face.
"The matter is, my poor Aubry," said he, "that your trouble is thrown away."
"How so?" cried Aubry. "Haven't you the letter still?"
"It is here," said Ascanio, placing his hand upon the pocket of his doublet.
"Ah! that's well. Give it to me, and I will take it to Benvenuto."
"That letter will never leave me, Jacques."
"Why so?"
"Because I don't know what use Benvenuto proposes to make of it."