[Weeps.
Mlle H. Is it not possible that the missing paper may contain—
Mad. A. No doubt of it, no doubt of it. And that is burnt.
All. Burnt!
Mlle H. You saw Mons. Manuel, the steward, burn a paper. You found the envelope, and gave it to me?
Mad. A. I did, but I never—
Mlle H. Silence! [Gives envelope to Mons. Nouret.] Examine that, sir.
Mons. N. It is the hand-writing of the deceased, and the envelope of the peculiar size and make of all the others.
[All look at Manuel.
Mad. L. Monsieur Manuel, what have you to say to this?