The Prince of Navarre often spoke of you, and wondered how you were faring." "I did very well, sir; but I have not thrust myself upon you, at the moment of your arrival, to speak of my own journey; but to deliver you a letter, which I have the honour of being the bearer, from your daughter." The count stepped backwards a pace, with a cry of astonishment and pleasure.
"From my daughter! Is it possible, sir?
How long is it since you saw her ?" "It is nigh three weeks back, sir." "The Lord be praised!" the count said solemnly, taking off his cap and looking upwards.

"He has shown me many mercies, but this is the greatest.

For the last two months I have mourned her as dead.

News was brought to me, by one of my retainers, that she was with a congregation who were attacked by the people of La Chatre, and that all had been massacred.

My chateau near there was attacked and burnt, and those of the men who were Huguenots slain, save the one who brought me the news." "You will see, sir, that your daughter escaped," Philip said, handing him the letter.