Chapter

  1 1 |           to his feelings; whereas Mme. d'Artagnan was a woman,
  2 2 |            Some sang ballads about Mme. d'Aguillon, his mistress,
  3 2 |        Aguillon, his mistress, and Mme. Cambalet, his niece; while
  4 10|           On being left alone with Mme. Bonacieux, d'Artagnan turned
  5 10|           d'Artagnan was examining Mme. Bonacieux, and was, as
  6 10|            placed in the pocket of Mme. Bonacieux the one he had
  7 10|         picked up. ~At that moment Mme. Bonacieux recovered her
  8 10|         hands to him with a smile. Mme. Bonacieux had the sweetest
  9 10|            in the Bastille!" cried Mme. Bonacieux. "Oh, my God!
 10 10|         And does he suspect," said Mme. Bonacieux, with some embarrassment, "
 11 10|       right," cried the affrighted Mme. Bonacieux; "let us fly!
 12 10|         answer you, I admit," said Mme. Bonacieux. "My intention
 13 10|           to a password, would--" ~Mme. Bonacieux looked earnestly
 14 10|         the stairs, and introduced Mme. Bonacieux into the little
 15 10|     lighter. ~"That is well," said Mme. Bonacieux. "Now, in my
 16 10|         may." ~D'Artagnan bowed to Mme. Bonacieux, darting at her
 17 10|             Everything fell out as Mme. Bonacieux prophesied. On
 18 10|        Artagnan informed him where Mme. Bonacieux was. Laporte
 19 11|       smiling? ~He was thinking of Mme. Bonacieux. For an apprentice
 20 11|            his friends. The pretty Mme. Bonacieux was just the
 21 11|        talking about pretty little Mme. Bonacieux, of whom his
 22 11|           had found at the feet of Mme. Bonacieux, which had reminded
 23 11|    Artagnan had already recognized Mme. Bonacieux. ~Mme. Bonacieux!
 24 11|        recognized Mme. Bonacieux. ~Mme. Bonacieux! The suspicion
 25 11|         probability was there that Mme. Bonacieux, who had sent
 26 11|         satisfying himself whither Mme. Bonacieux was going; that
 27 11|          heard resound behind her, Mme. Bonacieux uttered a little
 28 11|     protestations were nothing for Mme. Bonacieux, for such protestations
 29 11|       world; but the voice was all Mme. Bonacieux thought she recognized
 30 11|         your friends?" interrupted Mme. Bonacieux. ~"Without doubt;
 31 11|        Artagnan offered his arm to Mme. Bonacieux, who willingly
 32 11|            heart?" ~"Yes," replied Mme. Bonacieux; "therefore,
 33 11|         and brave young man," said Mme. Bonacieux, holding out
 34 11|           reason. ~"Well!" resumed Mme. Bonacieux, in a voice almost
 35 11|        going to begin again!" said Mme. Bonacieux, with a half-smile
 36 11|        sprang away, running, while Mme. Bonacieux knocked, as at
 37 11|        given his word not to watch Mme. Bonacieux, and if his life
 38 11|           woman had the outline of Mme. Bonacieux; the man resembled
 39 11|          that the woman was really Mme. Bonacieux and that the
 40 11|     already loved like a mistress. Mme. Bonacieux had declared
 41 11|            very well." ~"Ah," said Mme. Bonacieux; in a tone of
 42 11|           before the Musketeer and Mme. Bonacieux. ~The Musketeer
 43 11|            heaven, my Lord!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, throwing herself
 44 11|          Duke of Buckingham," said Mme. Bonacieux, in an undertone; "
 45 11|          arm, allowed the duke and Mme. Bonacieux to take twenty
 46 12|           Of Buckingham~ ~ ~ ~ ~   Mme. Bonacieux and the duke
 47 12|         Louvre without difficulty. Mme. Bonacieux was known to
 48 12|            anything should happen, Mme. Bonacieux would be accused
 49 12|          steps. This space passed, Mme. Bonacieux pushed a little
 50 12|        themselves in darkness; but Mme. Bonacieux was acquainted
 51 12|           coming to this decision, Mme. Bonacieux, who was charged
 52 12|             In the corridor he met Mme. Bonacieux, who waited for
 53 15|          did not know either M. or Mme. Bonacieux; that he had
 54 15|  friendship of Anne of Austria for Mme. de Chevreuse. These two
 55 15|        eyes and to his conviction, Mme. de Chevreuse not only served
 56 15|         word the cardinal spoke of Mme. de Chevreuse--who, though
 57 15|       cardinal added that not only Mme. de Chevreuse had been in
 58 16|            the midst of her women--Mme. de Guitaut, Mme. de Sable,
 59 16|            women--Mme. de Guitaut, Mme. de Sable, Mme. de Montbazon,
 60 16|            Guitaut, Mme. de Sable, Mme. de Montbazon, and Mme.
 61 16|             Mme. de Montbazon, and Mme. de Guemene. In a corner
 62 16|          followed her from Madrid. Mme. Guemene was reading aloud,
 63 16|         related his adventure with Mme. Bonacieux. Athos listened
 64 16|           called down persecution. Mme. de Chevreuse and Mme. de
 65 16| persecution. Mme. de Chevreuse and Mme. de Bernet were exiled,
 66 17|            had returned to London; Mme. Chevreuse was at Tours.
 67 17|      apartment appeared the pretty Mme. Bonacieux. She had been
 68 17|    mistaking it. ~"Yes," continued Mme. Bonacieux, "yes, there
 69 17|            those studs," continued Mme. Bonacieux, "we must have
 70 17|       private seal, and gave it to Mme. Bonacieux. ~"And now,"
 71 17|          that, madame?" ~"Money." ~Mme. Bonacieux blushed. ~"Yes,
 72 17|           have read the MEMOIRS of Mme. de Motteville will not
 73 17|        queen, speaking so low that Mme. Bonacieux could hardly
 74 17|            cried Anne of Austria. ~Mme. Bonacieux kissed the hands
 75 17|          and fortune. ~On her side Mme. Bonacieux had also reflected;
 76 17|            was above her position--Mme. Bonacieux had remained
 77 17|        twenty-three years old, and Mme. Bonacieux had just attained
 78 17|        consequence just now," said Mme. Bonacieux. ~"And what does
 79 17|         gained at the same time." ~Mme. Bonacieux knew that in
 80 17|               The cardinal?" cried Mme. Bonacieux. "Have you seen
 81 17|           state you talk of?" said Mme. Bonacieux, shrugging her
 82 17|     miserable creature!" continued Mme. Bonacieux, who saw she
 83 17|            a wife of twenty-three. Mme. Bonacieux saw that he hesitated. ~"
 84 17|            his Eminence." ~At once Mme. Bonacieux saw that she
 85 17|           to me whatever," replied Mme. Bonacieux. "I shall return
 86 17|          quick pace. ~"Well," said Mme. Bonacieux, when her husband
 87 18|           our conversation?" asked Mme. Bonacieux, eagerly, and
 88 18|           need of, and here I am. ~Mme. Bonacieux made no reply;
 89 18|             put me to the proof." ~Mme. Bonacieux looked at the
 90 18|            How, you will go!" said Mme. Bonacieux; "and your regiment,
 91 18|        another obstacle," murmured Mme. Bonacieux, sorrowfully. ~"
 92 18|            d'Artagnan, seeing that Mme. Bonacieux hesitated to
 93 18|          smiling. ~"Then," replied Mme. Bonacieux, opening a cupboard
 94 18|           The cardinal's," replied Mme. Bonacieux. "You see it
 95 18|          charming young man," said Mme. Bonacieux. "Be assured
 96 18|            hope." ~"Silence!" said Mme. Bonacieux, starting. ~"
 97 18|         into my room." ~"Ah," said Mme. Bonacieux, "you speak that
 98 18|          tone that frightens me!" ~Mme. Bonacieux pronounced these
 99 18|            you going to do?" cried Mme. Bonacieux; "you will ruin
100 18|         name?" ~"In my name," said Mme. Bonacieux, with great emotion, "
101 18|             Ah, my God!" whispered Mme. Bonacieux, "we shall hear
102 18|          knees, and made a sign to Mme. Bonacieux to stoop as he
103 18|             The traitor!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux. ~"Silence!"
104 18|               The ninny!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux. ~"Silence!"
105 18|           to the Louvre; I ask for Mme. Bonacieux; I say that I
106 18|        went out. ~"Infamous!" said Mme. Bonacieux, addressing this
107 18|      reflections of d'Artagnan and Mme. Bonacieux. It was her husband,
108 18|     Thieves!" ~"Oh, my God!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, "he will rouse
109 18|        your turn to get out," said Mme. Bonacieux. "Courage, my
110 18|           sheath of a long sword. ~Mme. Bonacieux followed him
111 19|           on which he had followed Mme. Bonacieux. Still further,
112 22|          the light and intelligent Mme. Bonacieux. ~On the evening
113 22|        Artagnan therefore followed Mme. Bonacieux moved by a double
114 22|         about for a minute or two, Mme. Bonacieux opened the door
115 22|      Artagnan was, was opened, and Mme. Bonacieux entered. ~"You
116 23|            the letter. It was from Mme. Bonacieux, and was expressed
117 23|         thought of the appointment Mme. Bonacieux had made with
118 24|         friendly beams, the pretty Mme. Bonacieux expected him. ~
119 24|          something had happened to Mme. Bonacieux. He clapped his
120 24|         had nothing in common with Mme. Bonacieux; that the young
121 24|          instant doubt that it was Mme. Bonacieux whom the boatman
122 24|     ferryman to read the billet of Mme. Bonacieux once again, and
123 24|           he hoped it could not be Mme. Bonacieux, and that he
124 26|           of that young and pretty Mme. Bonacieux who was to have
125 28|         from his desire of finding Mme. Bonacieux--he ran, full
126 29|           his inquiries respecting Mme. Bonacieux, he could obtain
127 29|            eye of a jealous woman, Mme. Coquenard had seen everything. ~
128 30|          Athos had said respecting Mme. Bonacieux recurred to the
129 30|          cloak who had carried off Mme. Bonacieux the second time,
130 32|        bring him before his time. ~Mme. Coquenard therefore entered
131 32|     laughed in his large mustache. Mme. Coquenard, who knew that
132 32|          It appeared likewise that Mme. Coquenard was not less
133 32|           armchair with casters by Mme. Coquenard, whom Porthos
134 32|        islands of an archipelago. ~Mme. Coquenard smiled, and upon
135 32|            then Porthos. Afterward Mme. Coquenard filled her own
136 32|           object of his contempt. ~Mme. Coquenard drew the dish
137 32|            resigned countenances. ~Mme. Coquenard distributed this
138 32|          the bottle to Porthos and Mme. Coquenard. ~The young men
139 32|       beans, Cousin Porthos?" said Mme. Coquenard, in that tone
140 32|          eyebrows; but the knee of Mme. Coquenard gently advised
141 32|        accompanied by a smile from Mme. Coquenard, they arose slowly
142 32|         gravely. ~The clerks gone, Mme. Coquenard rose and took
143 32|           bottle was empty. M. and Mme. Coquenard did not seem
144 32|          into the sticky pastry of Mme. Coquenard. ~"Now," said
145 32|          three times a week," said Mme. Coquenard. ~"Thanks, madame!"
146 32|          most significant grimace; Mme. Coquenard understood it. ~"
147 32|           that disturb you," cried Mme. Coquenard. "My husband
148 32|           scene in "L'Avare" then. Mme. Coquenard was in the dilemma
149 32|          to, Porthos took leave of Mme. Coquenard. The latter wished
150 33|     favored me with at the ball of Mme. de Guise? You have an opportunity
151 33|        find out what had become of Mme. Bonacieux; but the poor
152 34|          horse and mule belonged. ~Mme. Coquenard recognized her
153 34|      refused with a majestic air. ~Mme. Coquenard repaired trembling
154 39|     produced a good effect; and if Mme. Coquenard had met Porthos
155 39|          rapidity of a vision--was Mme. Bonacieux. ~By an involuntary
156 39|           what to think. If it was Mme. Bonacieux and if she was
157 39|           them, except Athos, knew Mme. Bonacieux. The opinion
158 40|      evening when the abduction of Mme. Bonacieux took place. D'
159 40|       sorts of prosperities. As to Mme. Coquenard, she could not
160 40|           real adieux were made in Mme. Coquenard's chamber; they
161 41|          little girl was afterward Mme. de Sevigne. ~The Comte
162 41|            he could have loved was Mme. Bonacieux; and Mme. Bonacieux
163 41|            was Mme. Bonacieux; and Mme. Bonacieux had disappeared,
164 41|      badly--as witness Chalais and Mme. Bonacieux. ~What he had
165 41|           the prison in which poor Mme. Bonacieux was explaining
166 41|            became possible to find Mme. Bonacieux, and a convent
167 43|      memoirs, strongly compromised Mme. de Chevreuse and consequently
168 52|        casts over her mind against Mme. Bonacieux, against Buckingham,
169 60|           a cause the danger which Mme. Bonacieux would run of
170 60|            the queen authority for Mme. Bonacieux to leave the
171 60|         was, the order to withdraw Mme. Bonacieux from the convent
172 61|        amours of the minister with Mme. d'Aiguillon, Marion de
173 61|            any other circumstances Mme. Bonacieux would have fled
174 61|            Speak, madame!" resumed Mme. Bonacieux, with an energy
175 61|               I believe you," said Mme. Bonacieux; "but why, then,
176 61|          stretched out her arms to Mme. Bonacieux, who, convinced
177 61|          been equal to her hatred, Mme. Bonacieux would never have
178 61|        what I have suffered," said Mme. Bonacieux, "since he has
179 61|               And then," continued Mme. Bonacieux, "my punishment
180 61|            returning the letter to Mme. Bonacieux, and letting
181 61|           of a horse. ~"Oh!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, darting to the
182 61|           fixed. ~"Alas, no!" said Mme. Bonacieux; "it is a man
183 61|           cardinal." ~"Hush!" said Mme. Bonacieux; "somebody is
184 61|             my God, my God!" cried Mme. Bonacieux. "Can it be bad
185 61|            you." ~The superior and Mme. Bonacieux retired. ~Milady
186 63|         had scarcely departed when Mme. Bonacieux re-entered. She
187 63|            seated herself close to Mme. Bonacieux. ~"Then," said
188 63|               Your brother!" cried Mme. Bonacieux. ~"No one must
189 63|           killed him." ~"Oh!" said Mme. Bonacieux, shuddering. ~"
190 63|           if this continues," said Mme. Bonacieux, raising her
191 63|         window, and made a sign to Mme. Bonacieux to join her.
192 63|       personal. ~"Dear lady," said Mme. Bonacieux, "pardon me for
193 63|          would be too much!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, "so much happiness
194 63|           most pressing was to get Mme. Bonacieux away, and convey
195 63|           as we have said, to keep Mme. Bonacieux in her power.
196 63|            Bonacieux in her power. Mme. Bonacieux was the very
197 63|            this point was settled; Mme. Bonacieux, without any
198 63|          voice calling her; it was Mme. Bonacieux's. The good abbess
199 63|         your chamber," said she to Mme. Bonacieux; "you have perhaps
200 63|            up." ~"Great God!" said Mme. Bonacieux, placing her
201 63|          go on as had been agreed; Mme. Bonacieux was to get into
202 63|           and she was to take away Mme. Bonacieux. ~Mme. Bonacieux
203 63|         take away Mme. Bonacieux. ~Mme. Bonacieux came in; and
204 63|          was wrong in fearing that Mme. Bonacieux would have any
205 63|          us be gone." ~"Yes," said Mme. Bonacieux, mechanically, "
206 63|         courage! take something." ~Mme. Bonacieux ate a few mouthfuls
207 63|           ran to the window, while Mme. Bonacieux, rising all in
208 63|        nearer. ~"Oh, my God!" said Mme. Bonacieux, "what is that
209 63|            are, I will tell you." ~Mme. Bonacieux remained standing,
210 63|             my God, my God," cried Mme. Bonacieux, "what is it?" ~"
211 63|         yes, let us fly!" repeated Mme. Bonacieux, but without
212 63|     minutes it will be too late!" ~Mme. Bonacieux tried to walk,
213 63|            the table, emptied into Mme. Bonacieux's glass the contents
214 63|           rushed out of the room. ~Mme. Bonacieux saw her go without
215 63|            the gate. Every instant Mme. Bonacieux expected to see
216 63|           rushed into the chamber. Mme. Bonacieux had sunk into
217 63|         Athos, in a broken voice. ~Mme. Bonacieux opened her eyes
218 63|              Oh, I remember!" said Mme. Bonacieux, "the Comtesse
219 63|          moment the countenance of Mme. Bonacieux became livid;
220 63|       Artagnan, d'Artagnan!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, "where art thou?
221 63|         the following year married Mme. Coquenard; the coffer so
222 63|          at a later period through Mme. de Chevreuse, who told
223 63|         yes! Help, help!" murmured Mme. Bonacieux; "help!" ~Then,
224 63|          escaped from the mouth of Mme. Bonacieux, and dwelt for
225 63|          looked around him and saw Mme. Bonacieux dead, and d'Artagnan
226 63|            said Athos, pointing to Mme. Bonacieux dead, and to
227 67|           related the poisoning of Mme. Bonacieux in the convent
228 67|         the following year married Mme. Coquenard; the coffer so
229 67|          at a later period through Mme. de Chevreuse, who told