“Go down, Athos—he mistrusts you less than me—and see if he be still at his door.”
Athos went down and returned immediately.
“He has gone,” said he, “and the house door is shut.”
“He has gone to make his report, and to say that all the pigeons are at this moment in the dovecot.”
“Well, then, let us all fly,” said Athos, “and leave nobody here but Planchet to bring us news.”
“A minute. Aramis, whom we have sent for!”
“That’s true,” said Athos; “we must wait for Aramis.”
At that moment Aramis entered.
The matter was all explained to him, and the friends gave him to understand that among all his high connections he must find a place for Kitty.
Aramis reflected for a minute, and then said, coloring, “Will it be really rendering you a service, d’Artagnan?”
“I shall be grateful to you all my life.”
“Very well. Madame de Bois-Tracy asked me, for one of her friends who resides in the provinces, I believe, for a trustworthy maid. If you can, my dear d’Artagnan, answer for Mademoiselle—”
“Oh, Monsieur, be assured that I shall be entirely devoted to the person who will give me the means of quitting Paris.”
“Then,” said Aramis, “this falls out very well.”