The lackey bowed to the ground and departed.
“What does all this mean?” asked Aramis.
“Pack up all you want for a journey of a fortnight, and follow me.”
“But I cannot leave Paris just now without knowing—”
Aramis stopped.
“What is become of her? I suppose you mean—” continued D’Artagnan.
“Become of whom?” replied Aramis.
“The woman who was here—the woman with the embroidered handkerchief.”
“Who told you there was a woman here?” replied Aramis, becoming as pale as death.
“I saw her.”