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Do
not
depend
upon
me
,
madame
,
for
the
next
meeting
.
Since
my
convalescence
I
have
so
many
affairs
of
this
kind
on
my
hands
that
I
am
forced
to
regulate
them
a
little
.
When
your
turn
comes
,
I
shall
have
the
honor
to
inform
you
of
it
.
I
kiss
your
hands
.
Comte
de
Wardes
Not
a
word
about
the
sapphire
.
Was
the
Gascon
determined
to
keep
it
as
a
weapon
against
Milady
,
or
else
,
let
us
be
frank
,
did
he
not
reserve
the
sapphire
as
a
last
resource
for
his
outfit
?
It
would
be
wrong
to
judge
the
actions
of
one
period
from
the
point
of
view
of
another
.
That
which
would
now
be
considered
as
disgraceful
to
a
gentleman
was
at
that
time
quite
a
simple
and
natural
affair
,
and
the
younger
sons
of
the
best
families
were
frequently
supported
by
their
mistresses
.
D'Artagnan
gave
the
open
letter
to
Kitty
,
who
at
first
was
unable
to
comprehend
it
,
but
who
became
almost
wild
with
joy
on
reading
it
a
second
time
.
She
could
scarcely
believe
in
her
happiness
;
and
d'Artagnan
was
forced
to
renew
with
the
living
voice
the
assurances
which
he
had
written
.
And
whatever
might
be
--
considering
the
violent
character
of
Milady
--
the
danger
which
the
poor
girl
incurred
in
giving
this
billet
to
her
mistress
,
she
ran
back
to
the
Place
Royale
as
fast
as
her
legs
could
carry
her
.
The
heart
of
the
best
woman
is
pitiless
toward
the
sorrows
of
a
rival
.
Milady
opened
the
letter
with
eagerness
equal
to
Kitty
's
in
bringing
it
;
but
at
the
first
words
she
read
she
became
livid
.
She
crushed
the
paper
in
her
hand
,
and
turning
with
flashing
eyes
upon
Kitty
,
she
cried
,
"
What
is
this
letter
?
"
"
The
answer
to
Madame
's
,
"
replied
Kitty
,
all
in
a
tremble
.
"
Impossible
!
"
cried
Milady
.
"
It
is
impossible
a
gentleman
could
have
written
such
a
letter
to
a
woman
.
"
Then
all
at
once
,
starting
,
she
cried
,
"
My
God
!
can
he
have
--
"
and
she
stopped
.
She
ground
her
teeth
;
she
was
of
the
color
of
ashes
.
She
tried
to
go
toward
the
window
for
air
,
but
she
could
only
stretch
forth
her
arms
;
her
legs
failed
her
,
and
she
sank
into
an
armchair
Kitty
,
fearing
she
was
ill
,
hastened
toward
her
and
was
beginning
to
open
her
dress
;
but
Milady
started
up
,
pushing
her
away
.
"
What
do
you
want
with
me
?
"
said
she
,
"
and
why
do
you
place
your
hand
on
me
?
"
"
I
thought
that
Madame
was
ill
,
and
I
wished
to
bring
her
help
,
"
responded
the
maid
,
frightened
at
the
terrible
expression
which
had
come
over
her
mistress
's
face
.
