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With
a
heavy
heart
,
d'Artagnan
again
bent
his
way
toward
the
ferry
.
Sometimes
he
hoped
it
could
not
be
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
and
that
he
should
find
her
next
day
at
the
Louvre
;
sometimes
he
feared
she
had
had
an
intrigue
with
another
,
who
,
in
a
jealous
fit
,
had
surprised
her
and
carried
her
off
.
His
mind
was
torn
by
doubt
,
grief
,
and
despair
.
"
Oh
,
if
I
had
my
three
friends
here
,
"
cried
he
,
"
I
should
have
,
at
least
,
some
hopes
of
finding
her
;
but
who
knows
what
has
become
of
them
?
"
It
was
past
midnight
;
the
next
thing
was
to
find
Planchet
.
d'Artagnan
went
successively
into
all
the
cabarets
in
which
there
was
a
light
,
but
could
not
find
Planchet
in
any
of
them
.
At
the
sixth
he
began
to
reflect
that
the
search
was
rather
dubious
.
D'Artagnan
had
appointed
six
o'clock
in
the
morning
for
his
lackey
,
and
wherever
he
might
be
,
he
was
right
.
Besides
,
it
came
into
the
young
man
's
mind
that
by
remaining
in
the
environs
of
the
spot
on
which
this
sad
event
had
passed
,
he
would
,
perhaps
,
have
some
light
thrown
upon
the
mysterious
affair
.
At
the
sixth
cabaret
,
then
,
as
we
said
,
d'Artagnan
stopped
,
asked
for
a
bottle
of
wine
of
the
best
quality
,
and
placing
himself
in
the
darkest
corner
of
the
room
,
determined
thus
to
wait
till
daylight
;
but
this
time
again
his
hopes
were
disappointed
,
and
although
he
listened
with
all
his
ears
,
he
heard
nothing
,
amid
the
oaths
,
coarse
jokes
,
and
abuse
which
passed
between
the
laborers
,
servants
,
and
carters
who
comprised
the
honorable
society
of
which
he
formed
a
part
,
which
could
put
him
upon
the
least
track
of
her
who
had
been
stolen
from
him
.
He
was
compelled
,
then
,
after
having
swallowed
the
contents
of
his
bottle
,
to
pass
the
time
as
well
as
to
evade
suspicion
,
to
fall
into
the
easiest
position
in
his
corner
and
to
sleep
,
whether
well
or
ill
D'Artagnan
,
be
it
remembered
,
was
only
twenty
years
old
,
and
at
that
age
sleep
has
its
imprescriptible
rights
which
it
imperiously
insists
upon
,
even
with
the
saddest
hearts
.
Toward
six
o'clock
d'Artagnan
awoke
with
that
uncomfortable
feeling
which
generally
accompanies
the
break
of
day
after
a
bad
night
.
He
was
not
long
in
making
his
toilet
.
He
examined
himself
to
see
if
advantage
had
been
taken
of
his
sleep
,
and
having
found
his
diamond
ring
on
his
finger
,
his
purse
in
his
pocket
,
and
his
pistols
in
his
belt
,
he
rose
,
paid
for
his
bottle
,
and
went
out
to
try
if
he
could
have
any
better
luck
in
his
search
after
his
lackey
than
he
had
had
the
night
before
.
The
first
thing
he
perceived
through
the
damp
gray
mist
was
honest
Planchet
,
who
,
with
the
two
horses
in
hand
,
awaited
him
at
the
door
of
a
little
blind
cabaret
,
before
which
d'Artagnan
had
passed
without
even
a
suspicion
of
its
existence
.
Instead
of
returning
directly
home
,
d'Artagnan
alighted
at
the
door
of
M.
de
Treville
,
and
ran
quickly
up
the
stairs
.
This
time
he
had
decided
to
relate
all
that
had
passed
.
M.
de
Treville
would
doubtless
give
him
good
advice
as
to
the
whole
affair
.
Besides
,
as
M.
de
Treville
saw
the
queen
almost
daily
,
he
might
be
able
to
draw
from
her
Majesty
some
intelligence
of
the
poor
young
woman
,
whom
they
were
doubtless
making
pay
very
dearly
for
her
devotedness
to
her
mistress
.
M.
de
Treville
listened
to
the
young
man
's
account
with
a
seriousness
which
proved
that
he
saw
something
else
in
this
adventure
besides
a
love
affair
.
When
d'Artagnan
had
finished
,
he
said
,
"
Hum
!
All
this
savors
of
his
Eminence
,
a
league
off
.
"
