"When we know we cannot constitute the happiness of a man, it is much better to cast him off." "Cast him off! or refuse him!--that's all very well," said Athenais, "but that is not the sin Mademoiselle de la Valliere has to reproach herself with.

The actual sin is sending poor Bragelonne to the wars; and to wars in which death is so very likely to be met with." Louise pressed her hand over her icy brow.

"And if he dies," continued her pitiless tormentor, "you will have killed him.

That is the sin." Louise, half-dead, caught at the arm of the captain of the musketeers, whose face betrayed unusual emotion.

"You wished to speak with me, Monsieur d'Artagnan," said she, in a voice broken by anger and pain.
"What had you to say to me ?" D'Artagnan made several steps along the gallery, holding Louise on his arm; then, when they were far enough removed from the others--"What I had to say to you, mademoiselle," replied he, "Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente has just expressed; roughly and unkindly, it is true but still in its entirety." She uttered a faint cry; pierced to the heart by this new wound, she went her way, like one of those poor birds which, struck unto death, seek the shade of the thicket in which to die.