The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 23 Page 1

THE RENDEZ-VOUS

D’Artagnan ran home immediately, and although it was three o’clock in the morning and he had some of the worst quarters of Paris to traverse, he met with no misadventure. Everyone knows that drunkards and lovers have a protecting deity.

He found the door of his passage open, sprang up the stairs and knocked softly in a manner agreed upon between him and his lackey. Planchet, whom he had sent home two hours before from the Hotel de Ville, telling him to sit up for him, opened the door for hiM.“Has anyone brought a letter for me?” asked d’Artagnan, eagerly.

“No one has BROUGHT a letter, monsieur,” replied Planchet; “but one has come of itself.”

“What do you mean, blockhead?”