"Always!"
"Come," said the abbé, shrugging his shoulders, "do explain yourself, my brother."
"Well, then, abbé, know that the day after the fatal day when I breakfasted as I shall never breakfast again, alas! when my despair was at its height, I received a mysterious note."
"And what did this contain, my brother?"
"Here it is."
"You have kept it."
"It is perhaps his cherished handwriting," murmured the canon, with a melancholy accent.
And he handed the note to Abbé Ledoux, who read as follows:
"My Lord Canon:—There remains perhaps one means of seeing me again.
"You now know the delights with which I am able to surfeit you.