D'Artagnan concealed himself in his closet; Milady called, undressed, sent away Kitty, and shut the door.

As the night before, d'Artagnan did not return home till five o'clock in the morning.
At eleven o'clock Kitty came to him.

She held in her hand a fresh billet from Milady.

This time the poor girl did not even argue with d'Artagnan; she gave it to him at once.

She belonged body and soul to her handsome soldier.
D'Artagnan opened the letter and read as follows: This is the third time I have written to you to tell you that I love you.