I understand my game, Kitty; I have this one safe." "What will you do with him, madame ?" "What will I do with him?
Be easy, Kitty, there is something between that man and me that he is quite ignorant of: he nearly made me lose my credit with his Eminence.

Oh, I will be revenged!" "I believed that Madame loved him." "I love him?
I detest him! An idiot, who held the life of Lord de Winter in his hands and did not kill him, by which I missed three hundred thousand livres' income." "That's true," said Kitty; "your son was the only heir of his uncle, and until his majority you would have had the enjoyment of his fortune." D'Artagnan shuddered to the marrow at hearing this suave creature reproach him, with that sharp voice which she took such pains to conceal in conversation, for not having killed a man whom he had seen load her with kindnesses.
"For all this," continued Milady, "I should long ago have revenged myself on him if, and I don't know why, the cardinal had not requested me to conciliate him." "Oh, yes; but Madame has not conciliated that little woman he was so fond of." "What, the mercer's wife of the Rue des Fossoyeurs?
Has he not already forgotten she ever existed?
Fine vengeance that, on my faith!" A cold sweat broke from d'Artagnan's brow.

Why, this woman was a monster! He resumed his listening, but unfortunately the toilet was finished.
"That will do," said Milady; "go into your own room, and tomorrow endeavor again to get me an answer to the letter I gave you." "For Monsieur de Wardes ?" said Kitty.
"To be sure; for Monsieur de Wardes." "Now, there is one," said Kitty, "who appears to me quite a different sort of a man from that poor Monsieur d'Artagnan." "Go to bed, mademoiselle," said Milady; "I don't like comments." D'Artagnan heard the door close; then the noise of two bolts by which Milady fastened herself in.

On her side, but as softly as possible, Kitty turned the key of the lock, and then d'Artagnan opened the closet door.
"Oh, good Lord!" said Kitty, in a low voice, "what is the matter with you?
How pale you are!" "The abominable creature," murmured d'Artagnan.
"Silence, silence, begone!" said Kitty.

"There is nothing but a wainscot between my chamber and Milady's; every word that is uttered in one can be heard in the other." "That's exactly the reason I won't go," said d'Artagnan.
"What!" said Kitty, blushing.
"Or, at least, I will go--later." He drew Kitty to him.