"You may possibly find in this letter what you are anxious to learn." Raoul hurriedly broke the seal.

The writing was that of Mademoiselle Aure, and inclosed were these words:--"Paris, Palais Royal.

The day of the nuptial blessing." "What does this mean ?" inquired Raoul of Malicorne; "you probably know ?" "I do, monsieur." "For pity's sake, tell me, then." "Impossible, monsieur." "Why so ?" "Because Mademoiselle Aure has forbidden me to do so." Raoul looked at his strange visitor, and remained silent;--"At least, tell me whether it is fortunate or unfortunate." "That you will see." "You are very severe in your reservations." "Will you grant me one favor, monsieur ?" said Malicorne.
"In exchange for that you refuse me ?" "Precisely." "What is it ?" "I have the greatest desire to see the ceremony, and I have no ticket to admit me, in spite of all the steps I have taken to secure one.

Could you get me admitted ?" "Certainly." "Do me this kindness, then, I entreat." "Most willingly, monsieur; come with me." "I am exceedingly indebted to you, monsieur," said Malicorne.
"I thought you were a friend of M.de Manicamp." "I am, monsieur; but this morning I was with him as he was dressing, and I let a bottle of blacking fall over his new dress, and he flew at me sword in hand, so that I was obliged to make my escape.

That is the reason I could not ask him for a ticket.