Did I not tell you that she was the goddaughter of Monsieur Laporte, the confidential man of the queen?
Well, Monsieur Laporte placed her near her Majesty in order that our poor queen might at least have someone in whom she could place confidence, abandoned as she is by the king, watched as she is by the cardinal, betrayed as she is by everybody." "Ah, ah! It begins to develop itself," said d'Artagnan.
"Now, my wife came home four days ago, monsieur.

One of her conditions was that she should come and see me twice a week; for, as I had the honor to tell you, my wife loves me dearly--my wife, then, came and confided to me that the queen at that very moment entertained great fears." "Truly!" "Yes.

The cardinal, as it appears, pursues he and persecutes her more than ever.

He cannot pardon her the history of the Saraband.

You know the history of the Saraband ?" "PARDIEU! Know it!" replied d'Artagnan, who knew nothing about it, but who wished to appear to know everything that was going on.
"So that now it is no longer hatred, but vengeance." "Indeed!" "And the queen believes--" "Well, what does the queen believe ?" "She believes that someone has written to the Duke of Buckingham in her name." "In the queen's name ?" "Yes, to make him come to Paris; and when once come to Paris, to draw him into some snare." "The devil! But your wife, monsieur, what has she to do with all this ?" "Her devotion to the queen is known; and they wish either to remove her from her mistress, or to intimidate her, in order to obtain her Majesty's secrets, or to seduce her and make use of her as a spy." "That is likely," said d'Artagnan; "but the man who has abducted her--do you know him ?" "I have told you that I believe I know him." "His name ?" "I do not know that; what I do know is that he is a creature of the cardinal, his evil genius." "But you have seen him ?" "Yes, my wife pointed him out to me one day." "Has he anything remarkable about him by which one may recognize him ?" "Oh, certainly; he is a noble of very lofty carriage, black hair, swarthy complexion, piercing eye, white teeth, and has a scar on his temple." "A scar on his temple!" cried d'Artagnan; "and with that, white teeth, a piercing eye, dark complexion, black hair, and haughty carriage--why, that's my man of Meung." "He is your man, do you say ?" "Yes, yes; but that has nothing to do with it.