“Why did you deprive yourself of the merit of doing so at once?”
“Is there no merit in repentance?”
“And do you really repent?”
“I know nothing about it myself. But what I know is that I promise to do all you wish if you allow me to accompany you where you are going.”
“And you will leave me then?”
“Yes.”
“Without waiting for my coming out again?”
“Yes.”
“Word of honor?”
“By the faith of a gentleman. Take my arm, and let us go.”
D’Artagnan offered his arm to Madame Bonacieux, who willingly took it, half laughing, half trembling, and both gained the top of Rue de la Harpe. Arriving there, the young woman seemed to hesitate, as she had before done in the Rue Vaugirard. She seemed, however, by certain signs, to recognize a door, and approaching that door, “And now, Monsieur,” said she, “it is here I have business; a thousand thanks for your honorable company, which has saved me from all the dangers to which, alone, I was exposed. But the moment is come to keep your word; I have reached my destination.”
“And you will have nothing to fear on your return?”
“I shall have nothing to fear but robbers.”
“And that is nothing?”