After a few moments' reflection, Paula said to Iris, in a decided tone,—
"Give me paper and a pen."
"What are you going to do?"
"Appoint a meeting with M. de Brévannes, at which you shall be present."
"Can you think of such a thing, godmother? What, write and leave a letter of yours in the hands of such a man! What imprudence! But he does not know your writing?"
"No."
"Suppose I write for you."
"You are right; write to him: The day after to-morrow, at ten o'clock, in the Jardin des Plantes, beneath the cedar in the labyrinth. Have you written it?"
"Yes, godmother."
"Sign, Paula Monti."