He made no sign till I mentioned the letter.

Then his face changed.
"A letter, too ?" he exclaimed, in a strange mixture of increased apprehension and unlooked-for joy.
"Yes, a letter, too; she wrote a letter, and I carried that as well as the box.

I've lost them both, Rudolf.

God help me, I've lost them both! Rupert has the letter too!" I think I must have been weak and unmanned from the blow I had received, for my composure broke down here.

Rudolf stepped up to me and wrung me by the hand.