"Yes, monsieur."
"And what name shall I sign?"
"Mariette."
"Mariette only?"
"Mariette Moreau, if you please."
"Mariette Moreau," repeated the old man, as he inscribed the name.
Then folding the letter, he made a violent effort to conceal the secret anguish with which he awaited the reply to his question, and asked:
"To whom shall I address it?"
"To M. Louis Richard, at Dreux, to be called for."
"No more doubt of it," thought the old man, as he prepared to address the letter.