Burn this letter, which Olivain will hand you.

Whatever Olivain says, you may confidently rely on.

Will you have the goodness, my dear comte, to recall me to the remembrance of Mademoiselle de la Valliere, whose hands I kiss with the greatest respect.
"Your devoted "DE BRAGELONNE.
"P.

S .-- If anything serious should happen--we should be prepared for everything, dispatch a courier to me with this one single word, 'come,' and I will be in Paris within six and thirty hours after the receipt of your letter." De Guiche sighed, folded up the letter a third time, and, instead of burning it, as Raoul had recommended him to do, placed it in his pocket.
He felt it needed reading over and over again.
"How much distress of mind, yet what sublime confidence, he shows!" murmured the comte; "he has poured out his whole soul in this letter.
He says nothing of the Comte de la Fere, and speaks of his respect for Louise.

He cautions me on my own account, and entreats me on his.