“For M. de Wardes?” said Kitty.

“To be sure; for M. de Wardes.”

“Now, there is one,” said Kitty, “who appears to me quite a different sort of a man from that poor M. d’Artagnan.”

“Go to bed, mademoiselle,” said Milady; “I don’t like comments.”

D’Artagnan heard the door close; then the noise of two bolts by which Milady fastened herself in. On her side, but as softly as possible, Kitty turned the key of the lock, and then d’Artagnan opened the closet door.

“Oh, good Lord!” said Kitty, in a low voice, “what is the matter with you? How pale you are!”