Camille gave it to the baroness.

She tried to read it, but could not.
"I am old," said she; "my hand shakes and my eyes are troubled.

This young gentleman will read it to us.

His eyes are not dim and troubled.
Something tells me that when I hear this letter, I shall find out whether my son lives.

Why do you not read it to me, Camille ?" cried she, almost fiercely.
Camille, thus pressed, obeyed mechanically, and began to read Raynal's letter aloud, scarce knowing what he did, but urged and driven by the baroness.
"MY DEAR MOTHER,--I hope all are well at Beaurepaire, as I am, or I hope soon to be.