Letters of Two Brides

My dear, Griffith has gone out; she has gone to the Rue

Hillerin-Bertin; she had handed in this little love-letter for my

slave, who returned to me in an envelope my sweet portrait, stained

with tears. He has obeyed. Oh! my sweet, it must have been dear to

him! Another man would have refused to send it in a letter full of

flattery; but the Saracen has fulfilled his promises. He has obeyed.

It moves me to tears.