de Bragelonne, I am the bearer of a thousand compliments from a lady to you." Raoul colored.

"From a lady," said he, "from a lady of Blois ?" "Yes, monsieur; from Mademoiselle de Montalais." "Thank you, monsieur; I recollect you now," said Raoul.

"And what does Mademoiselle de Montalais require of me." Malicorne drew four letters from his pocket, which he offered to Raoul.
"My own letters, is it possible ?" he said, turning pale; "my letters, and the seals unbroken ?" "Monsieur, your letters did not find at Blois the person to whom they were addressed, and so they are now returned to you." "Mademoiselle de la Valliere has left Blois, then ?" exclaimed Raoul.
"Eight days ago." "Where is she, then ?" "In Paris." "How is it known that these letters were from me ?" "Mademoiselle de Montalais recognized your handwriting and your seal," said Malicorne.
Raoul colored and smiled.

"Mademoiselle de Montalais is exceedingly amiable," he said; "she is always kind and charming." "Always, monsieur." "Surely she could have given me some precise information about Mademoiselle de la Valliere.

I never could find her in this immense city." Malicorne drew another packet from his pocket.