The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Give it me," said Andrea, and he read by the light of his
carriage-lamp,--"You know where I live; I expect you tomorrow morning at
nine o'clock."

Andrea examined it carefully, to ascertain if the letter had been
opened, or if any indiscreet eyes had seen its contents; but it was
so carefully folded, that no one could have read it, and the seal was
perfect. "Very well," said he. "Poor man, he is a worthy creature."
He left the porter to ponder on these words, not knowing which most to
admire, the master or the servant. "Take out the horses quickly, and
come up to me," said Andrea to his groom. In two seconds the young man
had reached his room and burnt Caderousse's letter. The servant entered
just as he had finished. "You are about my height, Pierre," said he.

"I have that honor, your excellency."

"You had a new livery yesterday?"