“Oh, no.”

“What did she do?”

“She wrote letters to her daughter,” said Frank.

“Who was her daughter?”

“The prettiest girl in France.”

“Is she living?”

“Oh, no,” said Frank, impatiently. “Why, did you never hear of the Letters of Madame de Sévigné?”

“I never did. Are her letters there?”

“No.”

“What is?”