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Milady
seemed
overcome
with
joy
,
and
made
Kitty
repeat
the
smallest
details
of
the
pretended
interview
of
the
soubrette
with
de
Wardes
when
he
received
the
letter
;
how
he
had
responded
;
what
was
the
expression
of
his
face
;
if
he
seemed
very
amorous
.
And
to
all
these
questions
poor
Kitty
,
forced
to
put
on
a
pleasant
face
,
responded
in
a
stifled
voice
whose
dolorous
accent
her
mistress
did
not
however
remark
,
solely
because
happiness
is
egotistical
.
Finally
,
as
the
hour
for
her
interview
with
the
count
approached
,
Milady
had
everything
about
her
darkened
,
and
ordered
Kitty
to
return
to
her
own
chamber
,
and
introduce
de
Wardes
whenever
he
presented
himself
.
Kitty
's
detention
was
not
long
.
Hardly
had
d'Artagnan
seen
,
through
a
crevice
in
his
closet
,
that
the
whole
apartment
was
in
obscurity
,
than
he
slipped
out
of
his
concealment
,
at
the
very
moment
when
Kitty
reclosed
the
door
of
communication
.
"
What
is
that
noise
?
"
demanded
Milady
.
"
It
is
I
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
in
a
subdued
voice
,
"
I
,
the
Comte
de
Wardes
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
God
,
my
God
!
"
murmured
Kitty
,
"
he
has
not
even
waited
for
the
hour
he
himself
named
!
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Milady
,
in
a
trembling
voice
,
"
why
do
you
not
enter
?
Count
,
Count
,
"
added
she
,
"
you
know
that
I
wait
for
you
.
"
At
this
appeal
d'Artagnan
drew
Kitty
quietly
away
,
and
slipped
into
the
chamber
.
If
rage
or
sorrow
ever
torture
the
heart
,
it
is
when
a
lover
receives
under
a
name
which
is
not
his
own
protestations
of
love
addressed
to
his
happy
rival
.
D'Artagnan
was
in
a
dolorous
situation
which
he
had
not
foreseen
.
Jealousy
gnawed
his
heart
;
and
he
suffered
almost
as
much
as
poor
Kitty
,
who
at
that
very
moment
was
crying
in
the
next
chamber
.
"
Yes
,
Count
,
"
said
Milady
,
in
her
softest
voice
,
and
pressing
his
hand
in
her
own
,
"
I
am
happy
in
the
love
which
your
looks
and
your
words
have
expressed
to
me
every
time
we
have
met
.
I
also
--
I
love
you
.
Oh
,
tomorrow
,
tomorrow
,
I
must
have
some
pledge
from
you
which
will
prove
that
you
think
of
me
;
and
that
you
may
not
forget
me
,
take
this
!
"
and
she
slipped
a
ring
from
her
finger
onto
d'Artagnan
's
.
d'Artagnan
remembered
having
seen
this
ring
on
the
finger
of
Milady
;
it
was
a
magnificent
sapphire
,
encircled
with
brilliants
.
