It was in French, and ran, as translated: "Ah! Little Brother,--I know all that has happened to you, nor did your godmother need to wait to read about it in the journals.
Indeed, I saw it in my crystal before it happened; you with the man hanging to your arm and the rest.

But then a cloud came over the crystal, and I could not see the end.

I hoped that he would pull you over the edge, so that in one short minute you became nothing but a red plum-pudding at the bottom of the gulf.

For you know that the sweetest-tempered fairy godmother can be made cross by wicked ingratitude and evil treatment.

Do not think, little Brother, that I have forgiven you for bringing that old pasteur-fool to insult and threaten me.