It matters not much to tell all the various considerations which were weighed and discussed by Philip and his wife in the construction of this epistle. Suffice it to say, that like two unskilful players at battledoor and shuttlecock, they bandied backwards and forwards the same objections a thousand times between them, for ever letting them drop, and taking them up again anew, till such time as day was well risen before they finished. Neither would it much edify the world, in all probability, to know the exact style and tenor of the composition when it was complete, although Philip heard his wife read it over with no small satisfaction, and doubtless thought it as pretty a piece of oratory as ever was penned. It is now unfortunately lost to the public, and all that can be satisfactorily vouched upon the subject is, that it was calculated to convey to the Count de Blenau all the information which the Woodcutter possessed, although that information might be clothed in homely language, without much perfection, either in writing or orthography. When it had been read, and re-read, and twisted up according to the best conceit of the good couple, it was intrusted to Charles, the Woodman's boy, with many a charge and direction concerning its delivery, For his part, glad of a day's sport, he readily undertook the task, and driving the laden mule before him, set out, whistling on his way to St. Germain's. He had not, however, proceeded far, when he was overtaken by Philip with new directions; the principal one being to say, if any one should actually see him deliver the note, and make inquiries, that it came from a lady. "For," said Philip,--and he thought the observation was a shrewd one,--"so handsome a youth as the young Count must have many ladies who write to him." Charles did not very well comprehend what it was all about, but he was well enough contented to serve the young Count, who had given him many a kind word and a piece of silver, when the hunting-parties of the court had stopped to water their horses at the _abreuvoir_. The boy was diligent and active, and soon reached St. Germain. His next task was to find out the lodging of the Count de Blenau: and, after looking about for some time, he addressed himself, for information, to a stout, jovial-looking servant, who was sauntering down the street, gazing about at the various hotels, with a look of easy _nonchalance_, as if idleness was his employment. "Why do you ask, my boy?" demanded the man, without answering his question. "I want to sell my wood," replied the Woodman's son, remembering that his errand was to be private. "Where does he lodge, good Sir?" "Why, the Count does not buy wood in this hot weather," rejoined the other. "I should suppose the Count does not buy wood, himself, at all," replied the boy, putting the question aside with all the shrewdness of a French peasant; "but, perhaps, his cook will." "Suppose I buy your wood, my man," said the servant.