"Go on, Don Alvar interests me exceedingly; he is a noble youth." Carolus continued with all the music that he could put into his voice: "Oh Inesilla! Whatever thou art, angel or demon; and whatever be thy country, my life is thine, and thee will follow, be it to heaven or hell!" Someone knocked at the door.
"It's my porter," said Barbemuche, half opening the door.
It was indeed the porter with a letter.

"What an unlucky chance!" cried Carolus, after he had perused it.

"We must put off our reading until some other time.

I have to go out immediately.

If you please, we will execute this little commission together, as it is nothing private, and then we can come back to dinner." "There," thought Rodolphe, "is a letter that has fallen from heaven.