One evening a letter was brought to him.

It was from Madame Riennes, written in a shaky hand, and ran thus: "I am going to pass to the World of Speerits, and so are you, my Godfrey, for I know all about you and everything that has happened.

The plum is eaten, but the stone--ah! it is growing already, and soon you will be sitting with another under that beautiful Tree of Life of which I told you in the English church.
And I, where shall I be sitting?
Ah! I do not know, but there is this difference between us that whereas I am afraid, you have no cause for fear.

You, you rejoice, yes, and shall rejoice--for though sometimes I hate you I must tell it.

Yet I am sorry if I have harmed you, and should you be able, I pray you, say a good word in the World of Speerits for your sinful old godmamma Riennes.