“That is an important point, do you understand?”
“Then the news I brought you is of value?”
“The greatest, my dear Bonacieux; I don’t conceal this from you.”
“Then the cardinal will be pleased with me?”
“I have no doubt of it.”
“The great cardinal!”
“Are you sure, in her conversation with you, that your wife mentioned no names?”
“I think not.”
“She did not name Madame de Chevreuse, the Duke of Buckingham, or Madame de Vernet?”
“No; she only told me she wished to send me to London to serve the interests of an illustrious personage.”
“The traitor!” murmured Madame Bonacieux.
“Silence!” said d’Artagnan, taking her hand, which, without thinking of it, she abandoned to him.
“Never mind,” continued the man in the cloak; “you were a fool not to have pretended to accept the mission. You would then be in present possession of the letter. The state, which is now threatened, would be safe, and you—”
“And I?”
“Well you—the cardinal would have given you letters of nobility.”
“Did he tell you so?”