“Now, retire to your chambers,” said Athos, “and leave me to act. You must perceive that in my quality of a husband this concerns me. Only, d’Artagnan, if you have not lost it, give me the paper which fell from that man’s hat, upon which is written the name of the village of—”
“Ah,” said d’Artagnan, “I comprehend! that name written in her hand.”
“You see, then,” said Athos, “there is a God in heaven still!”