My letter was somewhat to this effect: "Beautiful angel from the East, I worship you.

I will remain all night on this balcony in the hope that you will come to me for a quarter of an hour, and listen to my voice through the hole under my feet.

We can speak softly, and in order to hear me you can climb up to the top of the bale of goods which lies beneath the same hole." I begged from my keeper not to lock me in as he did every night, and he consented on condition that he would watch me, for if I had jumped down in the yard his life might have been the penalty, and he promised not to disturb me on the balcony.
At midnight, as I was beginning to give her up, she came forward.

I then laid myself flat on the floor of the balcony, and I placed my head against the hole, about six inches square.

I saw her jump on the bale, and her head reached within a foot from the balcony.