In the darkness it was impossible for Marthe to distinguish anything more than the form of a person which loomed through the shadows.
"Speak, madame; so that I may be certain you are really Madame Michu," said the person, in a rather anxious voice.
"I am Madame Michu," said Marthe; "what do you want of me ?" "Very good," said the unknown, "give me your hand; do not fear me.

I come," he added, leaning towards her and speaking low, "from Michu with a note for you.

I am employed at the prison, and if my superiors discover my absence we shall all be lost.

Trust me; your good father placed me where I am.

For that reason Michu counted on my helping him." He put the letter into Marthe's hand and disappeared toward the forest without waiting for an answer.