Last night I had the biggest surprise of my life.

I didnt go to bed at my usual time. I was writing a letter to Oscar, and I had a lot to say. La Flotte had gone to bed. Count Rosen and Marie were sitting with me upstairs. The count was reading Danish newspapers, we cant get Swedish ones any more. Marie was sewing some warm winter clothes for Pierre.

The sound of a carriage broke the silence of the empty street. It stopped outside our house, and someone knocked loudly on our front door.

Count Rosen got up. "I cant receive visitors at this hour," I told him. "Tell them Im in bed. Dont let them come into the house."

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