Read it; I drew it up last night.
Something told me I should see you to-day." He held the letter out, and D'Artagnan read: "MADEMOISELLE,--You are not wrong in my eyes in not loving me.

You have only been guilty of one fault towards me, that of having left me to believe you loved me.

This error will cost me my life.

I pardon you, but I cannot pardon myself.

It is said that happy lovers are deaf to the sorrows of rejected lovers.