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"
Excellent
;
thank
you
!
"
And
the
two
women
parted
,
exchanging
charming
smiles
.
Milady
had
told
the
truth
--
her
head
was
confused
,
for
her
ill-arranged
plans
clashed
one
another
like
chaos
.
She
required
to
be
alone
that
she
might
put
her
thoughts
a
little
into
order
.
She
saw
vaguely
the
future
;
but
she
stood
in
need
of
a
little
silence
and
quiet
to
give
all
her
ideas
,
as
yet
confused
,
a
distinct
form
and
a
regular
plan
.
What
was
most
pressing
was
to
get
Mme.
Bonacieux
away
,
and
convey
her
to
a
place
of
safety
,
and
there
,
if
matters
required
,
make
her
a
hostage
.
Milady
began
to
have
doubts
of
the
issue
of
this
terrible
duel
,
in
which
her
enemies
showed
as
much
perseverance
as
she
did
animosity
.
Besides
,
she
felt
as
we
feel
when
a
storm
is
coming
on
--
that
this
issue
was
near
,
and
could
not
fail
to
be
terrible
.
The
principal
thing
for
her
,
then
,
was
,
as
we
have
said
,
to
keep
Mme.
Bonacieux
in
her
power
.
Mme.
Bonacieux
was
the
very
life
of
d'Artagnan
.
This
was
more
than
his
life
,
the
life
of
the
woman
he
loved
;
this
was
,
in
case
of
ill
fortune
,
a
means
of
temporizing
and
obtaining
good
conditions
.
Now
,
this
point
was
settled
;
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
without
any
suspicion
,
accompanied
her
.
Once
concealed
with
her
at
Armentieres
,
it
would
be
easy
to
make
her
believe
that
d'Artagnan
had
not
come
to
Bethune
.
In
fifteen
days
at
most
,
Rochefort
would
be
back
;
besides
,
during
that
fifteen
days
she
would
have
time
to
think
how
she
could
best
avenge
herself
on
the
four
friends
.
She
would
not
be
weary
,
thank
God
!
for
she
should
enjoy
the
sweetest
pastime
such
events
could
accord
a
woman
of
her
character
--
perfecting
a
beautiful
vengeance
.
Revolving
all
this
in
her
mind
,
she
cast
her
eyes
around
her
,
and
arranged
the
topography
of
the
garden
in
her
head
.
Milady
was
like
a
good
general
who
contemplates
at
the
same
time
victory
and
defeat
,
and
who
is
quite
prepared
,
according
to
the
chances
of
the
battle
,
to
march
forward
or
to
beat
a
retreat
.
At
the
end
of
an
hour
she
heard
a
soft
voice
calling
her
;
it
was
Mme.
Bonacieux
's
.
The
good
abbess
had
naturally
consented
to
her
request
;
and
as
a
commencement
,
they
were
to
sup
together
.
On
reaching
the
courtyard
,
they
heard
the
noise
of
a
carriage
which
stopped
at
the
gate
.
