And he was no doubt right; this man of quick perception. Is it not from our nearest relative that our dearest secret is usually withheld?
"You cannot find another messenger?" asked De Casimir, and the anxiety in his face was genuine enough.
"I can--if you wish it."
"Ah, Monsieur, I shall not forget it! I shall never forget it," said the sick man quickly and eagerly. "The letter is there, beneath that sabretasche. It is sealed and addressed."
Louis found the letter, and went towards the door, as he placed it in his pocket.
"Monsieur," said De Casimir, stopping him again. "Your name, if I may ask it, so that I may remember a countryman who has done me so great a service."
"I am not a countryman; I am an Englishman," replied Louis. "My name is Louis d'Arragon."
"Ah! I know. Charles has
