I wonder whither madame has flown?
By the way, Mademoiselle de Longueville gave me a letter to give to you.

It is unaddressed.

I promised to deliver it to you." The Chevalier took the letter and opened it carelessly; but no sooner did he recognize the almost illegible but wholly aristocratic pothooks than a fit of trembling seized him.

The faint odor of vervain filled his nostrils, and he breathed quickly.
"_Forgive! How could I have doubled so gallant a gentleman! You have asked me if I love you.

Find me and put the question again.