“Pack up all you want for a journey of a fortnight, and follow me.”

“But I cannot leave Paris just now without knowing⁠—”

Aramis stopped.

“What is become of her? I suppose you mean⁠—” continued d’Artagnan.

“Become of whom?” replied Aramis.

“The woman who was here⁠—the woman with the embroidered handkerchief.”

“Who told you there was a woman here?” replied Aramis, becoming as pale as death.

“I saw her.”

“And you know who she is?”

“I believe I can guess, at least.”