The door had been opened, and shut again; the mercer's pretty wife had disappeared.
D'Artagnan pursued his way.

He had given his word not to watch Mme.
Bonacieux, and if his life had depended upon the spot to which she was going or upon the person who should accompany her, d'Artagnan would have returned home, since he had so promised.

Five minutes later he was in the Rue des Fossoyeurs.
"Poor Athos!" said he; "he will never guess what all this means.

He will have fallen asleep waiting for me, or else he will have returned home, where he will have learned that a woman had been there.

A woman with Athos! After all," continued d'Artagnan, "there was certainly one with Aramis.