have done you this kindness, madame, at the warm request of M.

de Bragelonne, whom you so deeply injured.’“

“I swear I will,” murmured De Guiche.

“That is all. Adieu! I set out to-morrow, or the day after, for Toulon. If you have a few hours to spare, give them to me.”

“All! all!” cried the young man.

“Thank you!”

“And what are you going to do now?”

“I am going to meet M. le comte at Planchet’s residence, where we hope to find M. d’Artagnan.”

“M. d’Artagnan?”