"And I, also," said d'Artagnan, "I also. I shall always love you; be sure of that. But now answer me. I attach great importance to the question I am about to put to you. Did you never hear talk of a young woman who was carried off one night?"
"There, now! Oh, Monsieur Chevalier, do you love that woman still?"
"No, no; it is one of my friends who loves her—Monsieur Athos, this gentleman here."
"I?" cried Athos, with an accent like that of a man who perceives he is about to tread upon an adder.
