"A note from him?"
"Look here: you shall see it for yourself"; and he showed me three lines on a scrap of foolscap in small handwriting containing these words:—
"MY DEAR LOUËT,—Translate for me from Ασκρωνδη as far
as ὅλoς, and I shall be infinitely obliged to you.
"DE CHARTRES"
I seized the paper eagerly.
"Oh!" I said, "that being the state of things, my dear Louët, you are saved, and I will answer for everything."
"You will undertake the matter for me, then?"
"With the greatest of pleasure."
"When shall you see the duke?"
"To-morrow morning."
"When shall I come back?"