By insisting, I managed to get Jeanne, the maid, to call me. I understood how the count's secretary was frightened when she heard the police and preferred to deny knowing me. A lot of time passed before Jeanne managed to track down Monique's father whom I called from the office to confirm that I was her guest, he vouched for me, even if distracted I was not dangerous.
Frightened, I wrote to Papa about my adventure. He answered immediately. "Today I got your funny letter about Paris, gendarmes etc. It was a very funny and very nice letter. Daughter, I'm worried about your lack of attention to detail. The first time, Le Havre, it's quite funny but they got aggressive and quick and I had to fight to get you free. The second time you go free with luck. The third time? Why not just put your cards in order, as Monique can instruct you to do? I too hate documents but sometimes in a bureaucratic country like France you have to have them. And in order. The only reason I'm telling you this is to not have to worry about you because I love you so much. I can never again love someone as I love you so could you please put your documents in order and take them with you as a gift to me? I will do anything comparable for you."
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