Part 89 (1/2)
”I? In what can I have offended her--I who ever since I have known her have lived at her feet like a slave? Speak, I beg you!”
”I will never confess that but to the nan looked at Kitty for the second tiirl had freshness and beauty which many duchesses would have purchased with their coronets
”Kitty,” said he, ”I will read to the bottom of your soul when-ever you like; don't let that disturb you” And he gave her a kiss at which the poor girl became as red as a cherry
”Oh, no,” said Kitty, ”it is not me you love! It is my mistress you love; you toldme know the second reason?”
”The second reason, Monsieur the Chevalier,” replied Kitty, emboldened by the kiss in the first place, and still further by the expression of the eyes of the young man, ”is that in love, everyone for herself!”
Then only d'Artagnan relances of Kitty, her constantlyhim in the antechamber, the corridor, or on the stairs, those touches of the hand every tihs; but absorbed by his desire to please the great lady, he had disdained the soubrette He whose gale takes no heed of the sparrow
But this tie to be derived from the love which Kitty had just confessed so innocently, or so boldly: the interception of letters addressed to the Comte de Wardes, news on the spot, entrance at all hours into Kitty's chauous to her mistress's The perfidious deceiver was, as , in intention, the poor girl in order to obtain Milady, willy-nilly
”Well,” said he to the young girl, ”are you willing, ive you a proof of that love which you doubt?”
”What love?” asked the young girl
”Of that which I am ready to feel toward you”
”And what is that proof?”
”Are you willing that I should this evening pass with you the tienerally spend with yourher hands, ”very willing”
”Well, then, co himself in an easy chair; ”come, and let me tell you that you are the prettiest SOUBRETTE I ever saw!”
And he did tell her sobetter than to believe hireat astonishment, the pretty Kitty defended herself resolutely
Time passes quickly when it is passed in attacks and defenses Midnight sounded, and al in Milady's chamber
”Good God,” cried Kitty, ”there is nan rose, took his hat, as if it had been his intention to obey, then, opening quickly the door of a large closet instead of that leading to the staircase, he buried hiowns of Milady
”What are you doing?” cried Kitty
D'Artagnan, who had secured the key, shut himself up in the closet without reply
”Well,” cried Milady, in a sharp voice ”Are you asleep, that you don't anshen I ring?”
And d'Artagnan heard the door of communication opened violently
”Here a forward to meet her mistress
Both went into the bedroonan could hear Milady for soth appeased, and the conversation turned upon hi her mistress