few lines to you. Will you not come back before I die? Is it all over
between us forever? It seems to me as if I should get well if you came.
What would be the good of getting well?

January 28.

This morning I was awakened by a great noise. Julie, who slept in
my room, ran into the dining-room. I heard men's voices, and hers
protesting against them in vain. She came back crying.

They had come to seize my things. I told her to let what they call
justice have its way. The bailiff came into my room with his hat on. He
opened the drawers, wrote down what he saw, and did not even seem to
be aware that there was a dying woman in the bed that fortunately the
charity of the law leaves me.

He said, indeed, before going, that I could appeal within nine days,
but he left a man behind to keep watch. My God! what is to become of me?
This scene has made me worse than I was before. Prudence wanted to go
and ask your father's friend for money, but I would not let her.

I received your letter this morning. I was in need of it. Will my answer
reach you in time? Will you ever see me again? This is a happy day, and
it has made me forget all the days I have passed for the last six weeks.
I seem as if I am better, in spite of the feeling of sadness under the
impression of which I replied to you.

After all, no one is unhappy always.

When I think that it may happen to me not to die, for you to come back,
for me to see the spring again, for you still to love me, and for us to
begin over again our last year's life!

Fool that I am! I can scarcely hold the pen with which I write to you of
this wild dream of my heart.

Whatever happens, I loved you well, Armand, and I would have died long
ago if I had not had the memory of your love to help me and a sort of
vague hope of seeing you beside me again.

February 4.

The Comte de G. has returned. His mistress has been unfaithful to him.
He is very sad; he was very fond of her. He came to tell me all about
it. The poor fellow is in rather a bad way as to money; all the same, he
has paid my bailiff and sent away the man.

I talked to him about you, and he promised to tell you about me. I
forgot that I had been his mistress, and he tried to make me forget it,
too. He is a good friend.

The duke sent yesterday to inquire after me, and this morning he came
to see me. I do not know how the old man still keeps alive. He remained
with me three hours and did not say twenty words. Two big