Some one will be found to denounce their plot, if there is a plot, to lovely Fanny.

An anonymous letter is so quickly written." He had no sooner uttered those words than he interrupted himself with the start of a man who handles a weapon which he thinks unloaded and which suddenly discharges.
It was, really, to discharge a duty in the face of his own scepticism that he had spoken thus, and he did not expect to see another shade of sadness flit across Alba's mobile and proud face.
There was in the corners of her mouth more disgust, her eyes expressed more scorn, while her hands, busy preparing the tea, trembled as she said, with an accent so agitated that her friend regretted his cruel plan: "Ah! Do not speak of it! It would be still worse than her present ignorance.

At least, now she knows nothing, and if some miserable person were to do as you say she would know in part without being sure....

How could you smile at such a supposition ?...

No! Poor, gentle Fanny! I hope she will receive no anonymous letters.