“Explain yourself.”

“You do not forget, I hope, that Monsieur de Bragelonne has written many letters to Mademoiselle de la Valliere.”

“I forget nothing.”

“Well, then, it was I who received, and I who intercepted those letters.”

“And, consequently, it is you who have them still?”

“Yes.”

“Where, — here?”

“Oh, no; I have them safe at Blois, in the little room you know well enough.”

“That dear little room, — that darling little room, the ante-chamber of the palace I intend you to live in one of these days.