He immediately turned round, and took off his hat with the most ceremonious respect; he led the lady under the shelter of some walnut and lime trees, which overshadowed a magnificent tomb.
"Ah! who would have thought it," said D'Artagnan; "the bishop of Vannes at a rendezvous! He is still the same Abbe Aramis as he was at Noisy-le-Sec.

Yes," he added, after a pause; "but as it is in a cemetery, the rendezvous is sacred." But he almost laughed.
The conversation lasted for fully half an hour.

D'Artagnan could not see the lady's face, for she kept her back turned towards him; but he saw perfectly well, by the erect attitude of both the speakers, by their gestures, by the measured and careful manner with which they glanced at each other, either by way of attack or defense, that they must be conversing about any other subject than of love.

At the end of the conversation the lady rose, and bowed profoundly to Aramis.
"Oh, oh," said D'Artagnan; "this rendezvous finishes like one of a very tender nature though.

The cavalier kneels at the beginning, the young lady by and by gets tamed down, and then it is she who has to supplicate.