One of these vehicles, which could hardly be distinguished through the branches, stopped for a moment, and then started again at a gallop. This surprised Fantine. "That is strange," she said; "I fancied that the diligence never stopped." Favourite shrugged her shoulders. "This Fantine is really amazing, and is surprised at the simplest things. Let us suppose that I am a traveller and say to the guard of the stage-coach, "I will walk on and you can pick me up on the quay as you pass." The coach passes, sees me, stops and takes me in. That is done every day; you are ignorant of life, my dear." Some time elapsed; all at once Favourite started as if waking from sleep. "Well," she said, "where is the surprise?" "Oh yes," Dahlia continued, "the famous surprise." "They are a long time," said Fantine. Just as Fantine had ended this sigh, the waiter who had served the dinner came in; he held in his hand something that resembled a letter. "What is that?" Favourite asked. The waiter answered,-- "It is a paper which the gentlemen left for you, ladies." "Why did you not bring it to us at once?" "Because the gentlemen," the waiter went on, "ordered that it should not be delivered to you for an hour." Favourite snatched the paper from the waiter's hands; it was really a letter. "Stay," she said; "there is no address, but the following words are written on it: THIS IS THE SURPRISE." She quickly opened the letter and read (she could read):-- "WELL-BELOVED,--Know that we have relatives: perhaps you are not perfectly cognizant what they are; it means fathers and mothers in the civil, puerile, and honest code. Well, these relatives are groaning; these old people claim us as their own; these worthy men and women call us prodigal sons. They desire our return home, and offer to kill the fatted calf. We obey them, as we are virtuous; at the hour when you read this, five impetuous steeds will be conveying us back to our papas and mammas. 'We decamp,' as Bossuet said; "we are going, gone." We are flying away in the arms of Laffitte and on the wings of Gaillard. The Toulouse coach is dragging us away from the abyss, and that abyss is yourselves, pretty dears. We are re-entering society, duty, and order, at a sharp trot, and at the rate of nine miles an hour. It is important for our country that we should become, like everybody else, Prefects, fathers of a family, game-keepers, and councillors of state. Revere us, for we are sacrificing ourselves. Dry up your tears for us rapidly, and get a substitute speedily. If this letter lacerates your hearts, treat it in the same fashion. Good-by. For nearly two years we rendered you happy, so do not owe us any grudge. (Signed) BLACHEVELLE. FAMEUIL. LISTOLIER. FELIX THOLOMYÈS. "P.S. The dinner is paid for."