“Monsieur, Monsieur!” I cried, or rather whispered after him, as he turned to go, “do not leave me under a mistake. This is merely a friend’s letter. Without reading it, I can vouch for that.”

“ Je conçois, je conçois: on sait ce que c’est qu’un ami. Bonjour, Mademoiselle! ”

“But, Monsieur, here is your handkerchief.” 128

“Keep it, keep it, till the letter is read, then bring it me; I shall read the billet’s tenor in your eyes.”