But when
they become troublesome, I shall crush them like glass. In spite
of these explanations, which I have just given you for your
guidance, it is very necessary that I should see you. I shall
look for you on Tuesday afternoon, between three and four o'clock.
Above all, don't fail to bring me the desired information
respecting Dr. Jodon. I am, my dear madame, devotedly yours--V."
Below ran a postscript which read as follows: "When you come on
Tuesday bring this letter with you. We will burn it together.
Don't imagine that I distrust you--but there is nothing so
dangerous as letters."
For some time Marguerite stood, stunned and appalled by the
Marquis de Valorsay's audacity, and by the language of this
letter, which was at once so obscure and so clear, every line of
it threatening her future. The reality surpassed her worst
apprehensions, but realizing the gravity of the situation, she
shook off the torpor stealing over her. She felt that every
second was precious, and that she must act, and act at once. But
what should she do? Simply return the letter to its place, and
continue to act the role of a dupe, as if nothing had happened?
No; that must not be. It would be madness not to seize this
flagrant proof of the Marquis de Valorsay's infamy. But on the
other hand, if she kept the letter, Madame Leon would immediately
discover its loss, and an explanation would be unavoidable.
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