The Three Musketeers

convent that woman is?"
    "I can see nothing inconvenient in that," said the cardinal.
    "Well, now I have an enemy much more to be dreaded by me than this little Madame Bonacieux."
    "Who is that?"
    "Her lover."
    "What is his name?"
    "Oh, your Eminence knows him well," cried Milady, carried away by her anger. "He is the evil genius of both of us. It is he who in an encounter with your Eminence's Guards decided the victory in favor of the king's Musketeers; it is he who gave three desperate wounds to de Wardes, your emissary, and who caused the affair of the diamond studs to fail; it is he who, knowing it was I who had Madame Bonacieux carried off, has sworn my death."
    "Ah, ah!" said the cardinal, "I know of whom you speak."
    "I mean that miserable d'Artagnan."
    "He is a bold fellow," said the cardinal.
    "And it is exactly because he is a bold fellow that he is the more to be feared."
    "I must have," said the duke, "a proof of his connection with Buckingham."
    "A proof?" cried Milady; "I will have ten."
    "Well, then, it becomes the simplest thing in the world; get me that proof, and I will send him to the Bastille."
    "So far good, monseigneur; but afterwards?"
    "When once in the Bastille, there is no afterward!" said the cardinal, in a low voice. "Ah, pardieu!" continued he, "if it were as easy for me to get rid of my enemy as it is easy to get rid of yours, and if it were against such people you require impunity—"
    "Monseigneur," replied Milady, "a fair exchange. Life for life, man for man; give me one, I will give you the other."
    "I don't know what you mean, nor do I even desire to know what you mean," replied the cardinal; "but I wish to please you, and see nothing out of the way in giving you what you demand with respect to so infamous a creature—the more so as you tell me this d'Artagnan is a libertine, a duelist, and a traitor."
    "An infamous scoundrel, monseigneur, a scoundrel!"
    "Give me paper, a quill, and some ink, then," said the cardinal.
    "Here they are, monseigneur."
    There was a moment of silence, which proved that the cardinal was employed in seeking the terms in which he should write the note, or else in writing it. Athos, who had not lost a word of the conversation, took his two companions by the hand, and led them to the other end of the room.
    "Well," said Porthos, "what do you want, and why do you not let us listen to the end of the conversation?"
    "Hush!" said Athos, speaking in a low voice. "We have heard all it was necessary we should hear; besides, I don't prevent you from listening, but I must be gone."
    "You must be gone!" said Porthos; "and if the cardinal asks for you, what answer can we make?"
    "You will not wait till he asks; you will speak first, and tell him that I am gone on the lookout, because certain expressions of our host have given me reason to think the road is not safe. I will say two words about it to the cardinal's esquire likewise. The rest concerns myself; don't be uneasy about that."
    "Be prudent, Athos," said Aramis.
    "Be easy on that head," replied Athos; "you know I am cool enough."
    Porthos and Aramis resumed their places by the stovepipe.
    As to Athos, he went out without any mystery, took his horse, which was tied with those of his friends to the fastenings of the shutters, in four words convinced the attendant of the necessity of a vanguard for their return, carefully examined the priming of his pistols, drew his sword, and took, like a forlorn hope, the road to the camp.

45 A CONJUGAL SCENE
    As Athos had foreseen, it was not long before the cardinal came down. He opened the door of the room in which the Musketeers were, and found Porthos playing an earnest game of dice with Aramis. He cast a rapid glance around the room, and perceived that one of his men was missing.
    "What has become of Monseigneur Athos?" asked he.
    "Monseigneur," replied Porthos, "he has gone as a scout, on account of some words of our host, which made him believe the road was not safe."
    "And you, what have you done, Monsieur Porthos?"
    "I have won five pistoles of Aramis."
    "Well; now will you return with me?"
    "We are at your Eminence's orders."
    "To horse, then, gentlemen; for it is getting late."
    The attendant was at the door, holding the cardinal's horse by the bridle. At a short distance a group of two men and three horses appeared in the shade. These were the two men who were to conduct Milady to the fort of the Point, and superintend her embarkation.
    The attendant confirmed to