Tell me, what is it? MARTINEL I am responsible for my own actions, M. Léon, and I would ask advice of no one if the matter concerned myself only, but unfortunately it concerns Jean; therefore, I hesitate--the matter is so grave, and then the secret is not mine--I came upon it accidentally. LÉON Tell me quickly, and do not doubt my faith. MARTINEL I do not doubt your faith. Here is the letter. It is from Dr. Pellerin, who is Jean's physician, who is his friend, our friend, a good fellow, a free liver, and a physician to many women of the world, and one who would not write such things unless necessity compelled him. [_Hands the letter to_ Léon, _who holds it close to his eyes._] LÉON [_reads_] “MY DEAR FRIEND: “I am more than annoyed at having to communicate with you upon this evening, above every other evening, upon such a subject as this. But I am sure that if I did otherwise you would never forgive me. Your former mistress, Henriette Lévêque, is dying and would bid you farewell. [_Throws a glance at_ Martinel _who signs to him to continue._] She will not live through the night. She dies after bringing into the world, some fifteen days ago, a child who on her deathbed she swears is yours. So long as she was in no danger, she determined to leave you in ignorance of this child's existence. But, to-day, doomed to death, she calls to you. I know how you have loved her in the past. But you must do as you think fit. She lives in the Rue Chaptal at Number 31. Let me know how I can serve you, my dear fellow, and believe me, “Always yours, “PELLERIN.” MARTINEL There you are. That letter came this evening. That is to say, at the one moment above all others when such a misfortune could threaten the whole future--the whole life of your sister and of Jean. What would you do if you were I? Would you keep this confounded letter, or would you give it to him? If I keep it, we may save appearances, but such an act would be unworthy of me. LÉON [_energetically_] I should say so. You must give the letter to Jean. MARTINEL Well, what will he do? LÉON He alone is the judge of his own actions. We have no right to hide anything from him. MARTINEL Supposing he consults me? LÉON He will not do it. In such situations a man consults only his conscience. MARTINEL But he treats me like a father. If he hesitates a moment between his attention to his wife and the effacement of his happiness, what shall I tell him to do? LÉON Just what you would do yourself in like case. MARTINEL My impulse would be to go to the woman. What would be yours? LÉON [_resolutely_] I should go. MARTINEL But how about your sister? LÉON [_sadly, seating himself by the table_] Yes, my poor little sister! What an awakening for her! MARTINEL [_after a few seconds' hesitation, crosses abruptly from_ L. _to_ R.] No; it is too hard a thing to do. I shall not give him this letter. I shall be blamed perhaps, but so much the worse. In any case, I save him. LÉON