"Good-bye, M. Louis. I expected to have written to you through Augustine, but she has gone back to her home now, and I have been obliged to apply to another person, to whom I have dictated this letter. Ah, M. Louis, never have I realised the misfortune of not knowing how to read or write as much as I do at this present time.
"Farewell, M. Louis, think of me, I beg of you, for I am always thinking of you.
"With sincere affection I once more bid you adieu."
As the young girl remained silent for a minute or two after these words, the old man turned to her and asked:
"Is that all, my child?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"And what name is to be signed to this letter?"
"The name of Mariette, monsieur."
"Mariette only?"
"Mariette Moreau, if you think best, monsieur. That is my family name."