Would you like better to be hanged in your true
name, Milady?
Ah, he is not a man like that cursed
dArtagnan.
It is the desire ofvengeance, and how desire molds
a man!
My God, said she, what a senseless fanatic!
Itappeared as if the ceiling sank upon my head and crushed me withits weight. I only
ask you one favor; and if yougrant it me, I will bless you in this world and in the
next.
Milady was thenable to judge of the effect she had
produced.
Milady was looking out at the window, and pretended
not to hearthe door as it opened.
Ah, he is not a man like that cursed
dArtagnan.
Ambushes and violences multiplied aroundme, but I
resisted. That order does not concern me, replied Milady, coldly, sinceit bears
another name than mine.
Well, said the prisoner, when the door was shut, I
am not sofar advanced as I believed. She had laid that down the preceding
evening.
That I can have nothing to say to a man who does
not keep hisword.
Ennui is the mortal enemy of prisoners; I had
ennui, and Iamused myself with twisting that rope.
It is my duty to watch over your life, madame, and
I willwatch. You shall shut thedoor that you may be certain I contemplate no injury
to you!
You say either too much or too little; speak,
madame. And she began the same religious chantwhich had so strongly excited Felton
the evening before. In the evening Lord de Winter accompanied the
supper.
That order does not concern me, replied Milady,
coldly, sinceit bears another name than mine. Would you like better to be hanged in
your true name, Milady?
Then aloud, The friend of THAT WRETCH iscapable of
everything.
She believed the order ready
forexecution.
They have eyes, cried Milady, but they see not;
ears havethey, but they hear not.
You promised to bring a knife, and to leave it with
me after ourinterview. Felton has not told him, said Milady to herself.