“No; to set off that I may never see her again. I wish to love her forever.”

“Ha!

I must confess,” replied the musketeer, “that is a conclusion which I was far from expecting.”

“This is what I wish, my friend. You will see her again, and you will give her a letter which, if you think proper, will explain to her, as to yourself, what is passing in my heart. Read it; I drew it up last night. Something told me I should see you to-day.” He held the letter out, and D’Artagnan read:

“MADEMOISELLE, — You are not wrong in my eyes in not loving me. You have only been guilty of one fault towards me, that of having left me to believe you loved me.