“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.