At that instant he felt himself ready to reveal all.

He even opened his mouth to tell Milady who he was, and with what a revengeful purpose he had come; but she added, "Poor angel, whom that monster of a Gascon barely failed to kill." The monster was himself.
"Oh," continued Milady, "do your wounds still make you suffer ?" "Yes, much," said d'Artagnan, who did not well know how to answer.
"Be tranquil," murmured Milady; "I will avenge you--and cruelly!" "PESTE!" said d'Artagnan to himself, "the moment for confidences has not yet come." It took some time for d'Artagnan to resume this little dialogue; but then all the ideas of vengeance which he had brought with him had completely vanished.

This woman exercised over him an unaccountable power; he hated and adored her at the same time.

He would not have believed that two sentiments so opposite could dwell in the same heart, and by their union constitute a passion so strange, and as it were, diabolical.
Presently it sounded one o'clock.

It was necessary to separate.
D'Artagnan at the moment of quitting Milady felt only the liveliest regret at the parting; and as they addressed each other in a reciprocally passionate adieu, another interview was arranged for the following week.
Poor Kitty hoped to speak a few words to d'Artagnan when he passed through her chamber; but Milady herself reconducted him through the darkness, and only quit him at the staircase.
The next morning d'Artagnan ran to find Athos.