Twenty Years After Chapter 78 Page 13

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