“I should not destroy it, Gabrielle. There must be much behind this which we do not yet understand; and if it is to be cleared, this letter may be needed.”
“’Tis but the delusion born of fever madness.”
“Men do not forge letters in delirium,” answered Gerard quietly.
“You would not have me read it!” Gabrielle’s eyes were wide with astonishment.
“What will the fool do next?” murmured de Proballe, in deep agitation. “Is he aiming this at me?”
Gerard paused a moment to think, and then answered calmly and firmly.
“Yes, I would have you read it.”
“But it is designed to slander you.”
“I am too sure of your trust to fear any slander, Gabrielle. I would have you read it, whatever it be.”
“By the Cross! he plays a bold hand,” muttered the Duke, drawing his breath. “What is in the letter?”