“Do not overwhelm me with happiness,” cried d’Artagnan, throwing himself on his knees, and covering with kisses the hands abandoned to him.

Avenge me of that infamous de Wardes , said Milady, between her teeth, and I shall soon know how to get rid of you⁠—you double idiot, you animated sword blade!

Fall voluntarily into my arms, hypocritical and dangerous woman , said d’Artagnan, likewise to himself, after having abused me with such effrontery, and afterward I will laugh at you with him whom you wish me to kill.

D’Artagnan lifted up his head.

“I am ready,” said he.

“You have understood me, then, dear M. d’Artagnan,” said Milady.