D'Artagnan determined upon his course.

He passed them, then returned so as to meet them exactly before the Samaritaine.

Which was illuminated by a lamp which threw its light over all that part of the bridge.
D'Artagnan stopped before them, and they stopped before him.
"What do you want, monsieur ?" demanded the Musketeer, recoiling a step, and with a foreign accent, which proved to d'Artagnan that he was deceived in one of his conjectures.
"It is not Aramis!" cried he.
"No, monsieur, it is not Aramis; and by your exclamation I perceive you have mistaken me for another, and pardon you." "You pardon me ?" cried d'Artagnan.
"Yes," replied the stranger.

"Allow me, then, to pass on, since it is not with me you have anything to do." "You are right, monsieur, it is not with you that I have anything to do; it is with Madame." "With Madame! You do not know her," replied the stranger.
"You are deceived, monsieur; I know her very well." "Ah," said Mme.Bonacieux; in a tone of reproach, "ah, monsieur, I had your promise as a soldier and your word as a gentleman.

I hoped to be able to rely upon that." "And I, madame!" said d'Artagnan, embarrassed; "you promised me--" "Take my arm, madame," said the stranger, "and let us continue our way." D'Artagnan, however, stupefied, cast down, annihilated by all that happened, stood, with crossed arms, before the Musketeer and Mme.
Bonacieux.
The Musketeer advanced two steps, and pushed d'Artagnan aside with his hand.