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"
I
am
at
home
to
nobody
,
"
said
Milady
;
"
observe
,
to
nobody
.
"
The
servant
went
out
.
D'Artagnan
cast
an
inquiring
glance
at
Milady
.
She
was
pale
,
and
looked
fatigued
,
either
from
tears
or
want
of
sleep
.
The
number
of
lights
had
been
intentionally
diminished
,
but
the
young
woman
could
not
conceal
the
traces
of
the
fever
which
had
devoured
her
for
two
days
.
D'Artagnan
approached
her
with
his
usual
gallantry
.
She
then
made
an
extraordinary
effort
to
receive
him
,
but
never
did
a
more
distressed
countenance
give
the
lie
to
a
more
amiable
smile
.
To
the
questions
which
d'Artagnan
put
concerning
her
health
,
she
replied
,
"
Bad
,
very
bad
.
"
"
Then
,
"
replied
he
,
"
my
visit
is
ill-timed
;
you
,
no
doubt
,
stand
in
need
of
repose
,
and
I
will
withdraw
.
"
"
No
,
no
!
"
said
Milady
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
stay
,
Monsieur
d'Artagnan
;
your
agreeable
company
will
divert
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
oh
!
"
thought
d'Artagnan
.
"
She
has
never
been
so
kind
before
.
On
guard
!
"
Milady
assumed
the
most
agreeable
air
possible
,
and
conversed
with
more
than
her
usual
brilliancy
.
At
the
same
time
the
fever
,
which
for
an
instant
abandoned
her
,
returned
to
give
luster
to
her
eyes
,
color
to
her
cheeks
,
and
vermillion
to
her
lips
.
D'Artagnan
was
again
in
the
presence
of
the
Circe
who
had
before
surrounded
him
with
her
enchantments
.
His
love
,
which
he
believed
to
be
extinct
but
which
was
only
asleep
,
awoke
again
in
his
heart
.
Milady
smiled
,
and
d'Artagnan
felt
that
he
could
damn
himself
for
that
smile
.
There
was
a
moment
at
which
he
felt
something
like
remorse
.
By
degrees
,
Milady
became
more
communicative
.
She
asked
d'Artagnan
if
he
had
a
mistress
.
"
Alas
!
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
with
the
most
sentimental
air
he
could
assume
,
"
can
you
be
cruel
enough
to
put
such
a
question
to
me
--
to
me
,
who
,
from
the
moment
I
saw
you
,
have
only
breathed
and
sighed
through
you
and
for
you
?
"
