D'Artagnan perceived it, and proposed to La Valliere that she should take a little rest, which she refused.
"You are ignorant, perhaps, where Chaillot is ?" inquired D'Artagnan.
"Quite so." "It is a great distance." "That matters very little." "It is at least a league." "I can walk it." D'Artagnan did not reply; he could tell, merely by the tone of a voice, when a resolution was real or not.

He rather bore along rather than accompanied La Valliere, until they perceived the elevated ground of Chaillot.
"What house are you going to, mademoiselle ?" inquired D'Artagnan.
"To the Carmelites, monsieur." "To the Carmelites ?" repeated D'Artagnan, in amazement.
"Yes; and since Heaven has directed you towards me to give me your support on my road, accept both my thanks and my adieux." "To the Carmelites! Your adieux! Are you going to become a nun ?" exclaimed D'Artagnan.
"Yes, monsieur." "What, you!!!" There was in this "you," which we have marked by three notes of exclamation in order to render it as expressive as possible,--there was, we repeat, in this "you" a complete poem; it recalled to La Valliere her old recollections of Blois, and her new recollections of Fontainebleau; it said to her, "_You_, who might be happy with Raoul; _you_, who might be powerful with Louis; _you_ about to become a nun!" "Yes, monsieur," she said, "I am going to devote myself to the service of Heaven; and to renounce the world entirely." "But are you not mistaken with regard to your vocation,--are you not mistaken in supposing it to be the will of Heaven ?" "No, since Heaven has been pleased to throw you in my way.

Had it not been for you, I should certainly have sunk from fatigue on the road, and since Heaven, I repeat, has thrown you in my way, it is because it has willed that I should carry out my intention." "Oh!" said D'Artagnan, doubtingly, "that is a rather subtle distinction, I think." "Whatever it may be," returned the young girl, "I have acquainted you with the steps I have taken, and with my fixed resolution.

And, now, I have one last favor to ask of you, even while I return you my thanks.
The king is entirely ignorant of my flight from the Palais Royal, and is ignorant also of what I am about to do." "The king ignorant, you say!" exclaimed D'Artagnan.

"Take care, mademoiselle; you are not aware of what you are doing.