the bench to try and get a sight of her.
“By my soul,” said Aramis, “she is charming. Look D’Artagnan; everybody is looking at her; and in spite of Bradshaw’s gaze she has not turned pale.”
“It is Lady Fairfax herself,” said D’Artagnan.
“Don’t you remember, Porthos, we saw her at General Cromwell’s?”
The roll call continued.
“These rascals will adjourn when they find that they are not in sufficient force,” said the Comte de la Fere.
“You don’t know them. Athos, look at Mordaunt’s smile. Is that the look of a man whose victim is likely to escape