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instant.
"She is gone," said he; "she must have returned to the Louvre."
"You are sure," replied the stranger, "that she did not suspect
the intentions with which you went out?"
"No," replied Bonacieux, with a self-sufficient air, "she is too
superficial a woman."
"Is the young Guardsman at home?"
"I do not think he is; as you see, his shutter is closed, and you
can see no light shine through the chinks of the shutters."
"All the same, it is well to be certain."
"How so?"
"By knocking at his door. Go."
"I will ask his servant."
Bonacieux re-entered the house, passed through the same door that
had afforded a passage for the two fugitives, went up to
dArtagnans door, and knocked.
No one answered. Porthos, in order to make a greater display,
had that evening borrowed Planchet. As to dArtagnan, he took
care not to give the least sign of existence.
The moment the hand of Bonacieux sounded on the door, the two
young people felt their hearts bound within them.
"There is nobody within," said Bonacieux.
"Never mind. Let us return to your apartment. We shall be safer
there than in the doorway."
"Ah, my God!" whispered Mme. Bonacieux, "we shall hear no more."
"On the contrary," said dArtagnan, "we shall hear better."
DArtagnan raised the three or four boards which made his chamber
another ear of Dionysius, spread a carpet on the floor, went upon
his knees, and made a sign to Mme. Bonacieux to stoop as he did
toward the opening.
"You are sure there is nobody there?" said the stranger.
"I will answer for it," said Bonacieux.
"And you think that your wife--"
"Has returned to the Louvre."
"Without speaking to anyone but yourself?"
"I am sure of it."
"That is an important point, do you understand?"
"Then the news I brought you is of value?"
"The greatest, my dear Bonacieux; I dont conceal this from you."
"Then the cardinal will be pleased with me?"
"I have no doubt of it."
"The great cardinal!"
"Are you sure, in her conversation with you, that your wife
mentioned no names?"
"I think not."
"She did not name Madame de Chevreuse, the Duke of Buckingham, or
Madame de Vernet?"
"No; she only told me she wished to send me to London to serve
the interests of an illustrious personage."
"The traitor!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux.
"Silence!" said dArtagnan, taking her hand, which, without
thinking of it, she abandoned to him.
"Never mind," continued the man in the cloak; "you were a fool
not to have pretended to accept the mission. You would then be
in present possession of the letter. The state, which is now
threatened, would be safe, and you--"
"And I?"
"Well you--the cardinal would have given you letters of
nobility."
"Did he tell you so?"
"Yes, I know that he meant to afford you that agreeable
surprise."
"Be satisfied," replied Bonacieux; "my wife adores me, and there
is yet time."
"The ninny!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux.
"Silence!" said dArtagnan, pressing her hand more closely.
"How is there still time?" asked the man in the cloak.
"I go to the Louvre; I ask for Mme. Bonacieux; I say that I have
reflected; I renew the affair; I obtain the letter, and I run
directly to the cardinal."
"Well, go quickly! I will return soon to learn the result of
your trip."
The stranger went out.
"Infamous!" said Mme. Bonacieux, addressing this epithet to her
husband.
"Silence!" said dArtagnan, pressing her hand still more warmly.
A terrible howling interrupted these reflections of dArtagnan
and Mme. Bonacieux. It was her husband, who had discovered the
disappearance of the moneybag, and was crying "Thieves!"
"Oh, my God!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, "he will rouse the whole
quarter."
Bonacieux called a long time; but as such cries, on account of
their frequency, brought nobody in the Rue des Fossoyeurs, and as
lately the mercers house had a bad name, finding that nobody
came, he went out continuing to call, his voice being heard
fainter and fainter as he went in the direction of the Rue du
Bac.
"Now he is gone, it is your turn to get out," said Mme.
Bonacieux. "Courage, my friend, but above all, prudence, and
think what you owe to the queen."
"To her and to you!" cried dArtagnan. "Be satisfied, beautiful
Constance. I shall become worthy of her gratitude; but shall I
likewise return worthy of your love?"
The young woman only replied by the beautiful glow which mounted
to her cheeks. A few seconds afterward dArtagnan also went out
enveloped in a large cloak, which ill-concealed the sheath of a
long sword.
Mme. Bonacieux followed him with her eyes, with
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