“I am lost!” said d’Artagnan to himself. And he bowed profoundly before the cardinal, like a man who says, “Lord, Thy will be done!”

The cardinal approached the table, and without sitting down, wrote a few lines upon a parchment of which two-thirds were already filled, and affixed his seal.

“That is my condemnation,” thought d’Artagnan; “he will spare me the ENNUI of the Bastille, or the tediousness of a trial. That’s very kind of him.”

“Here, monsieur,” said the cardinal to the young man. “I have taken from you one CARTE BLANCHE to give you another. The name is wanting in this commission; you can write it yourself.”

D’Artagnan took the paper hesitatingly and cast his eyes over it; it was a lieutenant’s