"Thanks to the garden, we yet can flee; I have the key, but make haste! in five minutes it will be too late!" Mme.Bonacieux tried to walk, made two steps, and sank upon her knees.
Milady tried to raise and carry her, but could not do it.
At this moment they heard the rolling of the carriage, which at the approach of the Musketeers set off at a gallop.

Then three or four shots were fired.
"For the last time, will you come ?" cried Milady.
"Oh, my God, my God! you see my strength fails me; you see plainly I cannot walk.

Flee alone!" "Flee alone, and leave you here?
No, no, never!" cried Milady.
All at once she paused, a livid flash darted from her eyes; she ran to the table, emptied into Mme.Bonacieux's glass the contents of a ring which she opened with singular quickness.

It was a grain of a reddish color, which dissolved immediately.
Then, taking the glass with a firm hand, she said, "Drink.

This wine will give you strength, drink!" And she put the glass to the lips of the young woman, who drank mechanically.
"This is not the way that I wished to avenge myself," said Milady, replacing the glass upon the table, with an infernal smile, "but, my faith! we do what we can!" And she rushed out of the room.
Mme.Bonacieux saw her go without being able to follow her; she was like people who dream they are pursued, and who in vain try to walk.
A few moments passed; a great noise was heard at the gate.