"Did you find the letter?" he asked. "Where is it?"
"Here," he said, as he handed it to him.
The Count eagerly clutched it.
"Have you read it?" he asked.
"For what purpose?" said Michael. "Zounds, it must be a tissue of lies and infamies! And I am not curious about reading such things."
"There, take it," said the Count.
"To tear it up?"
"No, to read it."
"What's the good?"
"You must know the contents of the letter—I order it."