It was written in some red fluid--blood perhaps--a mean and sorry trick! On the outside was scrawled a direction to Mademoiselle de Caylus.

And the packet was sealed with the Vidame's crest, a wolf's head.
"The coward! the miserable coward!" Croisette cried.

He was the first to read the meaning of the thing.

And his eyes were full of tears--tears of rage.
For me I was angry exceedingly.

My veins seemed full of fire, as I comprehended the mean cruelty which could thus torture a girl.
"Who delivered this ?" I thundered.