Essential Novelists - Alexandre Dumas. Alexandre Dumas

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      “Oh, I am already grandly recompensed!” cried d’Artagnan. “I love you; you permit me to tell you that I do—that is already more happiness than I dared to hope.”

      “Silence!” said Mme. Bonacieux, starting.

      “What!”

      “Someone is talking in the street.”

      “It is the voice of—”

      “Of my husband! Yes, I recognize it!”

      D’Artagnan ran to the door and pushed the bolt.

      “He shall not come in before I am gone,” said he; “and when I am gone, you can open to him.”

      “But I ought to be gone, too. And the disappearance of his money; how am I to justify it if I am here?”

      “You are right; we must go out.”

      “Go out? How? He will see us if we go out.”

      “Then you must come up into my room.”

      “Ah,” said Mme. Bonacieux, “you speak that in a tone that frightens me!”

      Mme. Bonacieux pronounced these words with tears in her eyes. D’Artagnan saw those tears, and much disturbed, softened, he threw himself at her feet.

      “With me you will be as safe as in a temple; I give you my word of a gentleman.”

      “Let us go,” said she, “I place full confidence in you, my friend!”

      D’Artagnan drew back the bolt with precaution, and both, light as shadows, glided through the interior door into the passage, ascended the stairs as quietly as possible, and entered d’Artagnan’s chambers.

      Once there, for greater security, the young man barricaded the door. They both approached the window, and through a slit in the shutter they saw Bonacieux talking with a man in a cloak.

      At sight of this man, d’Artagnan started, and half drawing his sword, sprang toward the door.

      It was the man of Meung.

      “What are you going to do?” cried Mme. Bonacieux; “you will ruin us all!”

      “But I have sworn to kill that man!” said d’Artagnan.

      “Your life is devoted from this moment, and does not belong to you. In the name of the queen I forbid you to throw yourself into any peril which is foreign to that of your journey.”

      “And do you command nothing in your own name?”

      “In my name,” said Mme. Bonacieux, with great emotion, “in my name I beg you! But listen; they appear to be speaking of me.”

      D’Artagnan drew near the window, and lent his ear.

      M Bonacieux had opened his door, and seeing the apartment, had returned to the man in the cloak, whom he had left alone for an 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 d’Artagnan’s door, and knocked.

      No one answered. Porthos, in order to make a greater display, had that evening borrowed Planchet. As to d’Artagnan, 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 d’Artagnan, “we shall hear better.”

      D’Artagnan 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 don’t 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 d’Artagnan, 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 СКАЧАТЬ