And this is all your fault.

I can clearly see that.

I can tell you one thing, though! If you refuse to give my messages to the master as I have begged and begged you to so often, I'll find another way.

I'll write a letter." "Won't help." "What won't help?
How can you know that?
You won't know what's in the letter.

I suppose the Baron still reads his own letters," Apollonie eagerly went on.
"He receives no letters from these parts." This was a terrible blow for Apollonie, to whom this new thought had given great confidence.