There, however, ended the signs which might have confounded her with a lady of rank.

The hands were white, but without delicacy; the feet did not bespeak the woman of quality.

Happily, d'Artagnan was not yet acquainted with such niceties.
While d'Artagnan was examining Mme.Bonacieux, and was, as we have said, close to her, he saw on the ground a fine cambric handkerchief, which he picked up, as was his habit, and at the corner of which he recognized the same cipher he had seen on the handkerchief which had nearly caused him and Aramis to cut each other's throat.
From that time, d'Artagnan had been cautious with respect to handkerchiefs with arms on them, and he therefore placed in the pocket of Mme.Bonacieux the one he had just picked up.
At that moment Mme.Bonacieux recovered her senses.

She opened her eyes, looked around her with terror, saw that the apartment was empty and that she was alone with her liberator.

She extended her hands to him with a smile.