D’Artagnan placed the ring on his finger, and again waited; it was evident that all was not yet over. After the reward of his devotion, the reward of his love was to come. Besides, although the ballet was danced, the evening’s pleasures had scarcely begun. Supper was to be served at three and the clock of St. John had struck three-quarters after two.

In fact, the sound of voices in the adjoining chamber diminished by degrees; the company was then heard departing; then the door of the closet in which D’Artagnan was was opened, and Madame Bonacieux entered quickly.

“You at last?” cried D’Artagnan.

“Silence!” said the young woman, placing her hand upon his lips— “silence! and go the same way you came.”

“But where and when shall I see you again?” cried D’Artagnan.

“A note which you will find at home will tell you. Go! go!”

And at these words she opened the door of the corridor and pushed D’Artagnan out of the closet. D’Artagnan obeyed like a child, without the least resistance or objection, which proves that he was really in love.


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