"H. Grandissime."
A small piece of torn white paper slipped from the account to the floor. Clotilde's eye followed it, but Aurora, without acknowledgement of having seen it, covered it with her foot.
In the morning Aurora awoke first. She drew from under her pillow this slip of paper. She had not dared look at it until now. The writing on it had been roughly scratched down with a pencil. It read:
"Not for love of woman, but in the name of justice and the
fear of God."
"And I was so cruel," she whispered.
Ah! Honoré Grandissime, she was kind to that little writing! She did not put it back under her pillow; she kept it warm, Honoré Grandissime, from that time forth.
