All had plainly seen a woman's head appear at the window, but none of them, except Athos, knew Mme.
Bonacieux.

The opinion of Athos was that it was indeed she; but less preoccupied by that pretty face than d'Artagnan, he had fancied he saw a second head, a man's head, inside the carriage.
"If that be the case," said d'Artagnan, "they are doubtless transporting her from one prison to another.

But what can they intend to do with the poor creature, and how shall I ever meet her again ?" "Friend," said Athos, gravely, "remember that it is the dead alone with whom we are not likely to meet again on this earth.

You know something of that, as well as I do, I think.

Now, if your mistress is not dead, if it is she we have just seen, you will meet with her again some day or other.