Oh, Gaston, my brother, I need not explain why I write thus.

My grandfather, before he died, three weeks ago, told me that you know!--and I also have known ever since the day you saved the boy.

Ah, think of one who would give years of her life to see you good and noble and happy....
Then followed a deep, sincere appeal to his manhood, and afterwards a wish that their real relations should be made known to the world if he needed her, or if disaster came; that she might share and comfort his life, whatever it might be.

Then again: If you love her, and she loves you, and is sorry for what she has done, marry her and save her from everlasting shame.

I am staying with my grandfather's cousin, the Dean of Dighbury, the father of the boy you saved.