Although I cannot give definite news, I hope for great improvement in my fortune soon, and perhaps may write you more fully thereof before the week is spent.
"Good fortune has but one meaning for me, of which you already know.

I beg you to say to one that a letter from her hand would give me greater joy than she can know, and that I would now send one to her if I felt safe in so doing.

Please send all letters in cipher, addressed: 'Monsieur le Blanc, in care of 'Sieur de Catanet, at the sign of the Double Arrow on the Rue St.Antoine, counting nine doors from the street corner nearest the Bastile.' "Your friend, "LE BLANC." When George wrote that he hoped for good fortune, I knew he had sound reason to expect it, for he was one who never permitted a mere possibility to take the form of hope, nor hope, however assuring, to take the aspect of certainty.

Knowing this to be true, I found great joy in the letter, and when I told Frances, she did not pause even to give me one smile of thanks, but broke into a flood of tears and seemed to take great happiness in her tribulation.
I told Frances that we should answer the letter at once, and suggested that she have hers ready in my hands the following day, if she wished to write one.

I also suggested that we meet in Bettina's parlor, where Frances's letter could be rewritten in cipher.