“Now, my wife came home four days ago, Monsieur. One of her conditions was that she should come and see me twice a week; for, as I had the honor to tell you, my wife loves me dearly—my wife, then, came and confided to me that the queen at that very moment entertained great fears.”
“Truly!”
“Yes. The cardinal, as it appears, pursues her and persecutes her more than ever. He cannot pardon her the history of the Saraband. You know the history of the Saraband?”
“ Pardieu! Know it!” replied d’Artagnan, who knew nothing about it, but who wished to appear to know everything that was going on.
“So that now it is no longer hatred, but vengeance.”
“Indeed!”
“And the queen believes—”
“Well, what does the queen believe?”
“She believes that someone has written to the Duke of Buckingham in her name.”
“In the queen’s name?”
“Yes, to make him come to Paris; and when once come to Paris, to draw him into some snare.”
“The devil! But your wife, Monsieur, what has she to do with all this?”
“Her devotion to the queen is known; and they wish either to remove her from her mistress, or to intimidate her, in order to obtain Her Majesty’s secrets, or to seduce her and make use of her as a spy.”