Grandissime_." A small piece of torn white paper slipped from the account to the floor.
Clotilde's eye followed it, but Aurora, without acknowledgement of having seen it, covered it with her foot.
In the morning Aurora awoke first.

She drew from under her pillow this slip of paper.

She had not dared look at it until now.

The writing on it had been roughly scratched down with a pencil.

It read: "_Not for love of woman, but in the name of justice and the fear of God_." "And I was so cruel," she whispered.
Ah! Honore Grandissime, she was kind to that little writing! She did not put it back under her pillow; she _kept it warm_, Honore Grandissime, from that time forth..