“Then you don’t believe me?”
“I confess that unless you deign to give me some proof of what you advance—”
“What do you think of this?”
Kitty drew a little note from her bosom.
“For me?” said D’Artagnan, seizing the letter.
“No; for another.”
“For another?”
“Yes.”
“His name; his name!” cried D’Artagnan.
“Read the address.”