For people toward whom he had but to put forth his hand, his Eminence had rarely recourse to such means.
It might be a vengeance of Milady; that was most probable.
He tried in vain to remember the faces or dress of the assassins; he had escaped so rapidly that he had not had leisure to notice anything.
"Ah, my poor friends!" murmured d'Artagnan; "where are you?
And that you should fail me!" D'Artagnan passed a very bad night.

Three or four times he started up, imagining that a man was approaching his bed for the purpose of stabbing him.

Nevertheless, day dawned without darkness having brought any accident.
But d'Artagnan well suspected that that which was deferred was not relinquished.
D'Artagnan remained all day in his quarters, assigning as a reason to himself that the weather was bad.
At nine o'clock the next morning, the drums beat to arms.

The Duc d'Orleans visited the posts.

The guards were under arms, and d'Artagnan took his place in the midst of his comrades.
Monsieur passed along the front of the line; then all the superior officers approached him to pay their compliments, M.Dessessart, captain of the Guards, as well as the others.
At the expiration of a minute or two, it appeared to d'Artagnan that M.
Dessessart made him a sign to approach.