My preceptor was in his room on the first floor, just over me.

Suddenly I heard him exclaim, and then he called: 'Perronnette! Perronnette!' It was my nurse whom he called." "Yes, I know it," said Aramis.

"Continue, monseigneur." "Very likely she was in the garden; for my preceptor came hastily downstairs.

I rose, anxious at seeing him anxious.

He opened the garden-door, still crying out, 'Perronnette! Perronnette!' The windows of the hall looked into the court; the shutters were closed; but through a chink in them I saw my tutor draw near a large well, which was almost directly under the windows of his study.