Four days later, Bahuchet, having concealed beneath his doublet a second letter from Léodgard, and holding in his hand a large roll of paper covered with another roll of parchment, containing the deed of transfer which he expected would make many trips from the solicitor's office to the Hôtel de Santoval, presented himself again at the latter place and asked to speak with madame la marquise. He was admitted without difficulty. This time Valentine was alone in her room. When she saw the little clerk come in, parchment in hand, she could not help smiling. Bahuchet unrolled his parchment and said aloud: "The last time that I had the honor to see madame la marquise, when she signed this document she omitted one of her baptismal names; that omission might, at some later time, give rise to discussion, to demands for birth certificates; it might even result in making void the conveyance which you wish to effect." "Oh! it is quite possible, monsieur; I am very absent-minded." Bahuchet, having walked to Valentine's side, produced the note which was in his doublet and handed it to her with the document. The young woman gave the preference to the love letter. She opened and read it, and found therein renewed protestations of an everlasting passion, and the same request for a rendezvous, at which the writer could express with his voice the love that he felt for her. Having read the letter, Valentine hastily concealed it in her alms purse; then she said in an undertone to the young clerk, who questioned her with his eyes: "You will say that I am too closely watched at this moment. He must wait."--Then she continued, speaking aloud: "Where shall I write the name that I forgot, monsieur? I know nothing about your documents." "Here, madame, if you please; then make a flourish under the word inserted.--Omit one letter of the name," Bahuchet added, in an undertone; "that will furnish me with a reason for coming again." Valentine did what the little clerk suggested; whereupon he once more rolled up the deed, carefully covered it with the parchment, and, bowing low to the marchioness, left the house without seeing the Marquis de Santoval. He hastened to join Léodgard, to whom he repeated the verbal reply that had been given him. The count stamped his foot impatiently, muttering: "Wait!--Ah! then she does not share my love! And not to condescend to write me a word! not to send me the slightest pledge, the veriest trifle!--Can you go to the Hôtel de Santoval again?" he said to the little clerk. "Oh! yes, seigneur; I have arranged a little _plea in bar_--it is such a simple matter in our profession! And the next time I will find another." "In that case, return in a fortnight; that is a long time! but since she will have it so--I will tell you then what you must do."