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Bonacieux, which had reminded him of that which he had dragged from under the feet of Aramis. "What the devil could that handkerchief signify?" Placed where he was, d'Artagnan could not perceive the face of Aramis. We say Aramis, because the young man entertained no doubt that it was his friend who held this dialogue from the interior with the lady of the exterior.
Bonacieux who was to have paid him the price of his devotedness; but let us hasten to say that this sadness possessed the young man less from the regret of the happiness he had missed, than from the fear he entertained that some serious misfortune had befallen the poor woman.
D'Artagnan is too good a comrade to leave his brothers in embarrassment while he wears the ransom of a king on his finger." To this preoccupation of his vanity, d'Artagnan at this moment joined an uneasiness much less selfish. Notwithstanding all his inquiries respecting Mme. Bonacieux, he could obtain no intelligence of her. M. de Treville had spoken of her to the queen.
I BESEECH you." The superior and Mme. Bonacieux retired. Milady remained alone, with her eyes fixed upon the door. An instant later, the jingling of spurs was heard upon the stairs, steps drew near, the door opened, and a man appeared. Milady uttered a cry of joy; this man was the Comte de Rochefort the demoniacal tool of his Eminence. "Ah," cried Milady and Rochefort together, "it is you!"
"Yes," replied Mme. Bonacieux; "therefore, ask my own secrets, and I will reveal them to you; but those of others that is quite another thing." "Very well," said d'Artagnan, "I shall discover them; as these secrets may have an influence over your life, these secrets must become mine."
The officers perceived that they had not to deal with a gentleman, and they treated him like a very peasant. At the end of half an hour or thereabouts, a clerk came to put an end to his tortures, but not to his anxiety, by giving the order to conduct M. Bonacieux to the Chamber of Examination. Ordinarily, prisoners were interrogated in their cells; but they did not do so with M. Bonacieux.
"See," said she, "if everything does not second us! Here is night coming on; by daybreak we shall have reached our retreat, and nobody can guess where we are. Come, courage! take something." Mme. Bonacieux ate a few mouthfuls mechanically, and just touched the glass with her lips. "Come, come!" said Milady, lifting hers to her mouth, "do as I do."
Besides, we are men; and everything considered, it is our lot to risk our lives; but she," asked he, in an undertone. "What she?" asked Athos. "Constance." "Madame Bonacieux! Ah, that's true!" said Athos. "My poor friend, I had forgotten you were in love." "Well, but," said Aramis, "have you not learned by the letter you found on the wretched corpse that she is in a convent?
"I?" cried Athos, with an accent like that of a man who perceives he is about to tread upon an adder. "You, to be sure!" said d'Artagnan, pressing Athos's hand. "You know the interest we both take in this poor little Madame Bonacieux. Besides, Kitty will tell nothing; will you, Kitty?
"How!" said Bonacieux, astonished. "Yes, I have something of the highest importance to tell you." "True," said he, "and I have some questions sufficiently serious to put to you. Describe to me your abduction, I pray you." "Oh, that's of no consequence just now," said Mme. Bonacieux. "And what does it concern, then my captivity?"
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