“She pressed me in her arms, held me in her embrace, and kissed me.”
“Do you remember her?”
“Perfectly.”
“Do you recall her features distinctly?”
“Yes.”
“You would recognize her, then, if accident brought her before you, or led you into her presence?”
“Most certainly.”
A flush of fleeting satisfaction passed across Aramis’s face. At this moment Baisemeaux heard the jailer approaching. “Shall we leave?” he said, hastily, to Aramis.
Aramis, who probably had learnt all that he cared to know, replied, “When you like.”
The young man saw them prepare to leave, and saluted them politely. Baisemeaux replied merely by a nod of the head, while Aramis, with a respect, arising perhaps from the sight of such misfortune, saluted the prisoner profoundly. They left the room, Baisemeaux closing the door behind them.