"Ah! you are sure that there is no mistake?"
"Yes, yes; you will see.—And that other letter, monsieur?"
"It is for a certain Demoiselle Bathilde Landry, who lives with you. Will you have the kindness to hand it to her?"
"Yes, monsieur, oh, yes! I will take it to her at once."
"Then my errand is done."
And the valet went away, after bowing very respectfully to the bath keeper and his daughter.
"So you know what all this means, do you?" said Hugonnet, looking at his daughter with a surprised expression.
"Yes, father; I will explain it to you. But break this seal first, I entreat you, and see what he has written to you."
"Break the seal! that would be a pity! It is magnificent—just look!"
"But, father, seals are made to be broken. How else do you expect to know what anyone writes to you?—Break it! please break it!"