A strange thing has happened which will make your blood boil, Jeanne, as it has made mine.

I was called out this morning to a little room where questions are sometimes asked us, and who do you think was there?
M.Lebat, the son of the Maire of Dijon--the man who denounced and arrested me.

What do you think the wretch had the insolence to say?
That he loved me, and that if I would consent to marry him he could save me.

He said that his influence would suffice, not only to get me free, but to obtain for me some of our estates, and he told me he would give me time to consider his offer, but that I must remember that nothing could save me if I refused.

What do you think I did, Jeanne?
Something very unladylike, I am afraid.