“Where is she, then?”
“In Paris.”
“How was it known that these letters were from me?”
“Mademoiselle de Montalais recognized your handwriting and your seal,” said Malicorne.
Raoul colored and smiled. “Mademoiselle de Montalais is exceedingly amiable,” he said; “she is always kind and charming.”
“Always, monsieur.”
“Surely she could give me some precise information about Mademoiselle de la Valliere. I never could find her in this immense city.”
Malicorne drew another packet from his pocket.
“You may possibly find in this letter what you are anxious to learn.”
Raoul hurriedly broke the seal. The writing was that of Mademoiselle Aure, and inclosed were these words:—“Paris, Palais-Royal. The day of the nuptial blessing.”