Dear Lucie:
I have nothing to add to the numerous letters that I have written to you during the past two months; all this medley of confusion may be summed up in a few words: I have appealed to the high justice of the President of the Republic, to that of the Government, in asking for a new trial, for the life of our children, for the end of this appalling martyrdom.
I have made an appeal to the loyalty of the men who caused me to be condemned, to bring about this new trial. I am waiting feverishly, but with confidence, to learn that at last our terrible suffering is to have an end.
I embrace you as I love you, as I embrace our dear children.
Your devoted
Alfred.
A thousand kisses to your dear parents, to all our friends.
7 February, 1898.
Dear Lucie: