"Do you know what they did afterward?"

"They went away in a carriage."

"Where are you going, sir?" asked the porter, when he had opened to me.

"Yes, sir; here's a letter even, which was brought for her last night and which I have not yet given her."

And the porter showed me a letter which I glanced at mechanically. I recognised Marguerite's writing. I took the letter. It was addressed, "To Mme. Duvernoy, to forward to M. Duval."

"This letter is for me," I said to the porter, as I showed him the address.

"You are M. Duval?" he replied.

"Ah! I remember. You often came to see Mme. Duvernoy."