cheated his fevered wits, and so end the matter;" and picking up the paper she was about to tear it when he stopped her.
"Fool! Idiot! Now indeed he goes too far;" muttered de Proballe, as he saw the gesture. "Let her tear it."
Gerard had the strongest reasons for not having the letter destroyed, however. It was the proof he needed to make de Proballe's guilt clear.
"I should not destroy it, Gabrielle. There must be much behind this which we do not yet understand; and if it is to be cleared, this letter may be needed."
"'Tis but the delusion born of fever madness."
"Men do not forge letters in delirium," answered Gerard quietly.
"You would not have me read it!" Gabrielle's eyes were wide with astonishment.
"What will the fool do next?" murmured de Proballe, in deep agitation. "Is he aiming this at me?"
Gerard paused a moment to think, and then answered calmly and firmly.
"Yes, I would have you read it."
"But it is designed to slander you."
"I am too sure of your trust to fear any slander, Gabrielle. I would have you read it, whatever it be."
"By the Cross! he plays a bold hand," muttered the Duke, drawing his breath. "What is in the letter?"
"It will ruin everything," whispered de Proballe.
"Then do I not understand him. He must indeed be sure of her, as he says;" and his frown grew deeper than before.
Gabrielle stood fingering the letter in hesitation some moments and then unfolded it.
"I will do your bidding, Gerard, although I had rather not." She read it then.
