A Musketeer loves women, and he loves them by clasping his arms round them." Milady waited, then, with much impatience, for she feared the day would pass away without her seeing Felton again.

At last, in an hour after the scene we have just described, she heard someone speaking in a low voice at the door.

Presently the door opened, and she perceived Felton.
The young man advanced rapidly into the chamber, leaving the door open behind him, and making a sign to Milady to be silent; his face was much agitated.
"What do you want with me ?" said she.
"Listen," replied Felton, in a low voice.

"I have just sent away the sentinel that I might remain here without anybody knowing it, in order to speak to you without being overheard.

The baron has just related a frightful story to me." Milady assumed her smile of a resigned victim, and shook her head.
"Either you are a demon," continued Felton, "or the baron--my benefactor, my father--is a monster.