We keep up each other's courage.

We talk of other things just as if we were in a drawing-room, and when the list is called out of a morning, those who are named say good-bye bravely; there is seldom a tear shed.
"So do not think of me as wretched or unhappy in these last days.
And now, my sisters, I must say adieu.

You must trust yourselves entirely to our brave English friend, as you would trust a brother.
He will do all that is possible to take you out of this unhappy land and conduct you to England, where you will find Victor, Monsieur du Tillet, and your brothers, who have, I trust, weeks ago arrived there in safety.

Thank our friend from me and from our dead parents for his goodness and devotion.

That your lives may be happy, my dear sisters, will be the last prayer of your loving Marie." Inside the letter was another tiny note addressed for Jeanne, "Private." Having read the other Jeanne took the little note and walking to the window opened it.