“Repudiated by her husband,” said Athos.
“Because she had been branded,” continued d’Artagnan.
“Bah!” cried Porthos. “Impossible! What do you say—that she wanted to have her brother-in-law killed?”
“Yes.”
“She was married?” asked Aramis.
“Yes.”
“And her husband found out that she had a fleur-de-lis on her shoulder?” cried Porthos.
“Yes.”
These three yeses had been pronounced by Athos, each with a sadder intonation.
“And who has seen this fleur-de-lis?” inquired Aramis.
“D’Artagnan and I. Or rather, to observe the chronological order, I and d’Artagnan,” replied Athos.
“And does the husband of this frightful creature still live?” said Aramis.
“He still lives.”
“Are you quite sure of it?”
“I am he.”
There was a moment of cold silence, during which everyone was affected according to his nature.