Will you have the goodness, my dear comte, to recall me to the remembrance of Mademoiselle de la Valliere, whose hand I kiss with the greatest respect.
"Your devoted, "DE BRAGELONNE.
"P.

S .-- If anything serious should happen--we should be prepared for everything--dispatch a courier to me with this one single word, 'Come,' and I shall be in Paris within six-and-thirty hours after I shall have received your letter." De Guiche sighed, folded the letter up a third time, and instead of burning it, as Raoul had recommended him to do, placed it in his pocket.
He felt that he needed to read it over and over again.
"How much distress of mind, and yet how great a confidence, he shows!" murmured the comte.

"He has poured out his whole soul in that letter.

He says nothing of the Comte de la Fere, and speaks of his respect for Louise.

He cautions me on my account, and entreats me on his own.