Cries of despair resounded on all sides.

The news, which filled the palace with tears and groans, soon became known, and spread itself throughout the city.
The report of a cannon announced that something new and unexpected had taken place.
Lord de Winter tore his hair.
"Too late by a minute!" cried he, "too late by a minute! Oh, my God, my God! what a misfortune!" He had been informed at seven o'clock in the morning that a rope ladder floated from one of the windows of the castle; he had hastened to Milady's chamber, had found it empty, the window open, and the bars filed, had remembered the verbal caution d'Artagnan had transmitted to him by his messenger, had trembled for the duke, and running to the stable without taking time to have a horse saddled, had jumped upon the first he found, had galloped off like the wind, had alighted below in the courtyard, had ascended the stairs precipitately, and on the top step, as we have said, had encountered Felton.
The duke, however, was not dead.

He recovered a little, reopened his eyes, and hope revived in all hearts.
"Gentlemen," said he, "leave me alone with Patrick and Laporte--ah, is that you, de Winter?
You sent me a strange madman this morning! See the state in which he has put me." "Oh, my Lord!" cried the baron, "I shall never console myself." "And you would be quite wrong, my dear de Winter," said Buckingham, holding out his hand to him.

"I do not know the man who deserves being regretted during the whole life of another man; but leave us, I pray you." The baron went out sobbing.
There only remained in the closet of the wounded duke Laporte and Patrick.

A physician was sought for, but none was yet found.
"You will live, my Lord, you will live!" repeated the faithful servant of Anne of Austria, on his knees before the duke's sofa.
"What has she written to me ?" said Buckingham, feebly, streaming with blood, and suppressing his agony to speak of her he loved, "what has she written to me?
Read me her letter." "Oh, my Lord!" said Laporte.
"Obey, Laporte, do you not see I have no time to lose ?" Laporte broke the seal, and placed the paper before the eyes of the duke; but Buckingham in vain tried to make out the writing.
"Read!" said he, "read! I cannot see.