"Well, master," said he, "we are worrying our brains to little purpose. I will take the responsibility of acquainting these ladies."
"You, Tyro? How will you do it?"
"Oh, leave that to me. I will answer for everything. Just write a letter to the marchioness, place it in something that she will immediately recognise, and you may depend upon it I will convey it to her."
"You promise it?"
"On the word of Tyro."
"Good: I will write the letter. I have got a Book of Hours, which the marchioness gave me a few days ago. She will not fail to recognise it."
"That is right, master. Write immediately, that I may the sooner depart."
While they were thus speaking, the Guarani had lighted a torch, by the light of which the young man traced a few lines on a leaf of his memorandum book. Then he folded the paper, placed it in the prayer book, and closed the clasp.
While his master was writing, Tyro had saddled his horse, so that he was ready as soon as his master.
"Now," said he, "do not be uneasy, master. Remain quietly here, and you will soon see me again."