Fanchon
was enchanted; she admired the ring, as she turned it round and
round her finger.
"I am infinitely obliged, my Lady, for your gift. It is worth a
million such letters," said she.
"The letter outweighs a million rings," replied Angelique as she
tore it open violently and sat down to read.
The first word struck her like a stone:
"DEAR CAROLINE:"--it was written in the bold hand of the Intendant,
which Angelique knew very well--"You have suffered too much for my
sake, but I am neither unfeeling nor ungrateful. I have news for
you! Your father has gone to France in search of you! No one
suspects you to be here. Remain patiently where you are at present,
and in the utmost secrecy, or there will be a storm which may upset
us both. Try to be happy, and let not the sweetest eyes that were
ever seen grow dim with needless regrets. Better and brighter days
will surely come. Meanwhile, pray! pray, my Caroline! it will do
you good, and perhaps make me more worthy of the love which I know
is wholly mine.
"Adieu, FRANCOIS.
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