She was forced to leave the aviary to run to her father, she feared most of all he came to fetch, his genius would not have been suspicious of the great content near the window of the aviary and the shade that masked that of the prisoner. Clelia herself had had the idea a few moments ago, when the non-appearance of Fabrice plunged her into such a mortal anxiety, which could throw a small stone wrapped in a piece of paper to the top of this shade, if chance did that at that moment the jailer in charge of the guard Fabrizio found himself not in his room, was a way to match certain.

Our prisoner hastened to build a sort of codline with linen, and in the evening a little after nine o’clock, he heard very well with small knocks on orange crates that were under his window, he slid the ribbon brought him a small very long rope, with which he first drew a supply of chocolate, and then, to his inexpressible satisfaction, a roll of paper and a pencil. It was in vain then he handed the rope, he received nothing, that the sentries had apparently reconciled with orange trees. But he was wild with joy. He hastened to write a letter to Clelia infinite: no sooner had she finished it tied to his rope and went down. For more than three hours he waited in vain for someone to come take it, and withdrew several times in order to make changes. “If Clelia does not see my letter this evening, he said, while it is still moved by ideas of poison perhaps tomorrow she will reject far, the idea of ​​receiving a letter. “