\"OnthemorningoftheninthdayIsawalittlepaperundermydoorasI
gotup.Iseizedit，openeditandread：’YouhavedesertedmeandyouknowwhatIsaid.Itisdeathtowhichyouhavecondemnedme.AsIdonotwishtobefoundbyanotherthanyou，cometotheparkjustwhereI
toldyoulastyearthatIlovedyouandlookintheair.’
\"IthoughtthatIshouldgomad.IdressedasquicklyasIcouldandranwildlytotheplacethathehadmentioned.Hislittlecapwasonthegroundinthemud.Ithadbeenrainingallnight.Iraisedmyeyesandsawsomethingswingingamongtheleaves，forthewindwasblowingagale.
\"Idon’tknowwhatIdidafterthat.Imusthavescreamedatfirst，thenfaintedandfallen，andfinallyhaveruntothechateau.ThenextthingthatIrememberIwasinbed，withmymothersittingbesideme.