gilt cuirass fell upon Aramis and struck a blow that Aramis parried with his wonted skill.
“Ah! ‘tis you, Monsieur de Chatillon,” cried the chevalier; “welcome to you — I expected you.”
“I hope I have not made you wait too long, sir,” said the duke; “at all events, here I am.”
“Monsieur de Chatillon,” cried Aramis, taking from his saddle-bags a second pistol, “I think if your pistols have been discharged you are a dead man.”
“Thank God, sir, they are not!”
And the duke, pointing his pistol at Aramis, fired.
But Aramis bent his head the instant he saw the