After the reward of his devotion, that of his love was to come.

Besides, although the ballet was danced, the evening had scarcely begun.

Supper was to be served at three, and the clock of St.Jean had struck three quarters past two.
The sound of voices diminished by degrees in the adjoining chamber.

The company was then heard departing; then the door of the closet in which d'Artagnan was, was opened, and Mme.Bonacieux entered.
"You at last ?" cried d'Artagnan.
"Silence!" said the young woman, placing her hand upon his lips; "silence, and go the same way you came!" "But where and when shall I see you again ?" cried d'Artagnan.
"A note which you will find at home will tell you.

Begone, begone!" At these words she opened the door of the corridor, and pushed d'Artagnan out of the room.