“The matter is, that your daughter, during your absence, has written a
letter to one of my most cruel enemies, to that man who, you know,
on our wedding-day, slandered me meanly; in fine, to the Duke of
Champdoce!”
“And has any one of my servants dared to carry that letter?”
“No, my friend! It was brought to me in obedience to your orders; and
the young lady summoned me haughtily to hand her that letter.”
“That letter?” cried the count. “Where is that letter?”