I was punctual to my appointment, and found the fair unfortunate at the door of the hotel.
“You are going out, are you? Where are you going?”
“I am going to mass at the Church of the Augustinians.”
“Is this a saint’s day?”
“No; but my mother makes me go every day.”
“I will come with you.”
“Yes do, give me your arm; we will go into the cloisters and talk there.”
Mdlle. X. C. V. was accompanied by her maid, but she knew better than to be in the way, so we left her in the cloisters. As soon as we were alone she said to me,
“Have you read my letter?”
“Yes, of course; here it is, burn it yourself.”