I came home like a drunken man.
I had only a confused recollection of what had taken place.
That night I was taken ill with a violent attack of fever. I was delirious all night long. The next day my valet handed me a sealed package.
It contained the letters I had written to Marguerite.
"Who brought this?" I said to him.
"Mlle. Vandeuil, monsieur, at two o'clock this morning."
"And Madame de Pënâfiel?"
"Madame la marquise started off last night in her carriage. Her people do not know her destination."