If we get weary now, something unfortunate will be sure to happen." "We must divide the work then," said Malicorne, "in order to avoid confusion." "Nothing easier," replied Montalais.

"Three intrigues, carefully nursed, and carefully encouraged, will produce, one with another, and taking a low average, three love-letters a day." "Oh!" exclaimed Malicorne, shrugging his shoulders, "you cannot mean what you say, darling; three letters a day, that may do for sentimental common people.

A musketeer on duty, a young girl in a convent, may exchange letters with their lovers once a day, perhaps, from the top of a ladder, or through a hole in the wall.

A letter contains all the poetry their poor little hearts have to boast of.

But the cases we have in hand require to be dealt with very differently." "Well, finish," said Montalais, out of patience with him.