The smell of musk and the delicate characters showed that it came from a lady.
"Who brought it ?" inquired she.
"A stranger," replied the maid; "he said that there was no answer, and would not give his name." Sabine read, "Do not triumph too soon, fair lady.

You have by your coquetry allured a gentleman who is accustomed to mislead, to forget, and shamefully to use those who trust him.

A short time ago he said to another all he now says to you.

He will but betray and forsake you also." The note was not signed: it came from Rosalie.
Sabine knew well who had written it.

She held it to the taper, and then flinging it on the hearth, silently watched spark by spark die out.