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could I but think that she had not forgotten me , -- would hear my name with interest , or feel one throb of pleasure if I were spoken of with honor , -- I asked no more ! `` A letter , Monsieur le Capitaine , '' said my servant , as he deposited a package on my table . Supposing it was the epistle of which Tascher spoke , I paid but slight attention to it , when by chance I remarked it was in General d'Auvergne 's handwriting . I opened it at once , and read as follows : -- Bivouac , 11 o'clock . My dear Burke , -- No one ever set off for Paris without being troubled with commissions for his country friends , and you must not escape the ills of common humanity . Happily for you , however , the debt is easily acquitted ; I have neither undiscovered shades of silk to be matched , nor impossible bargains to be effected . I shall simply beg of you to deliver with your own hand the enclosed letter to its address at the Tuileries ; adding , if you think fit , the civil attentions of a visit .