This man goes to give his last orders; take the least thing, drink a finger of wine, and let us be gone." "Yes," said Mme.Bonacieux, mechanically, "yes, let us be gone." Milady made her a sign to sit down opposite, poured her a small glass of Spanish wine, and helped her to the wing of a chicken.
"See," said she, "if everything does not second us! Here is night coming on; by daybreak we shall have reached our retreat, and nobody can guess where we are.

Come, courage! take something." Mme.Bonacieux ate a few mouthfuls mechanically, and just touched the glass with her lips.
"Come, come!" said Milady, lifting hers to her mouth, "do as I do." But at the moment the glass touched her lips, her hand remained suspended; she heard something on the road which sounded like the rattling of a distant gallop.

Then it grew nearer, and it seemed to her, almost at the same time, that she heard the neighing of horses.
This noise acted upon her joy like the storm which awakens the sleeper in the midst of a happy dream; she grew pale and ran to the window, while Mme.Bonacieux, rising all in a tremble, supported herself upon her chair to avoid falling.

Nothing was yet to be seen, only they heard the galloping draw nearer.
"Oh, my God!" said Mme.Bonacieux, "what is that noise ?" "That of either our friends or our enemies," said Milady, with her terrible coolness.

"Stay where you are, I will tell you." Mme.Bonacieux remained standing, mute, motionless, and pale as a statue.
The noise became louder; the horses could not be more than a hundred and fifty paces distant.