“Then you don’t believe me?”

“I confess that unless you deign to give me some proof of what you advance⁠—”

“What do you think of this?”

Kitty drew a little note from her bosom.

“For me?” said d’Artagnan, seizing the letter.

“No; for another.”

“For another?”

“Yes.”

“His name; his name!” cried d’Artagnan.

“Read the address.”

“ M. le Comte de Wardes.”