Through this window shone a mild light which silvered the foliage of two or three linden trees which formed a group outside the park.

There could be no doubt that behind this little window, which threw forth such friendly beams, the pretty Mme.Bonacieux expected him.
Wrapped in this sweet idea, d'Artagnan waited half an hour without the least impatience, his eyes fixed upon that charming little abode of which he could perceive a part of the ceiling with its gilded moldings, attesting the elegance of the rest of the apartment.
The belfry of St.Cloud sounded half past ten.
This time, without knowing why, d'Artagnan felt a cold shiver run through his veins.

Perhaps the cold began to affect him, and he took a perfectly physical sensation for a moral impression.
Then the idea seized him that he had read incorrectly, and that the appointment was for eleven o'clock.

He drew near to the window, and placing himself so that a ray of light should fall upon the letter as he held it, he drew it from his pocket and read it again; but he had not been mistaken, the appointment was for ten o'clock.

He went and resumed his post, beginning to be rather uneasy at this silence and this solitude.
Eleven o'clock sounded.
D'Artagnan began now really to fear that something had happened to Mme.
Bonacieux.