“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.”