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chasing one another. Milady shuddered.

โ€œBut we are no longer in the city, sir,โ€ said she.

The young officer preserved silence.

โ€œI beg you to understand, sir, I will go no farther unless you tell me whither you are taking me.โ€

This threat brought no reply.

โ€œOh, this is too much,โ€ cried Milady. โ€œHelp! help!โ€

No voice replied to hers; the carriage continued to roll on with rapidity; the officer seemed a statue.

Milady looked at the officer with one of those terrible expressions peculiar to her countenance, and which so rarely failed of their effect; anger made her eyes flash in the darkness.

The young man remained immovable.

Milady tried to open the door in order to throw herself out.

โ€œTake care, madame,โ€ said the young man, coolly, โ€œyou will kill yourself in jumping.โ€

Milady reseated herself, foaming. The officer leaned forward, looked at her in his turn, and appeared surprised to see that face, just before so beautiful, distorted with passion and almost hideous. The artful creature at once comprehended that she was injuring herself by allowing him thus to read her soul; she collected her features, and in a complaining voice said: โ€œIn the name of heaven, sir, tell me if it is to you, if it is to your government, if it is to an enemy I am to attribute the violence that is done me?โ€

โ€œNo violence will be offered to you, madame, and what happens to you is the result of a very simple measure which we are obliged to adopt with all who land in England.โ€

โ€œThen you donโ€™t know me, sir?โ€

โ€œIt is the first time I have had the honor of seeing you.โ€

โ€œAnd on your honor, you have no cause of hatred against me?โ€

โ€œNone, I swear to you.โ€

There was so much serenity, coolness, mildness even, in the voice of the young man, that Milady felt reassured.

At length after a journey of nearly an hour, the carriage stopped before an iron gate, which closed an avenue leading to a castle severe in form, massive, and isolated. Then, as the wheels rolled over a fine gravel, Milady could hear a vast roaring, which she at once recognized as the noise of the sea dashing against some steep cliff.

The carriage passed under two arched gateways, and at length stopped in a court large, dark, and square. Almost immediately the door of the carriage was opened, the young man sprang lightly out and presented his hand to Milady, who leaned upon it, and in her turn alighted with tolerable calmness.

โ€œStill, then, I am a prisoner,โ€ said Milady, looking around her, and bringing back her eyes with a most gracious smile to the young officer; โ€œbut I feel assured it will not be for long,โ€ added she. โ€œMy own conscience and your politeness, sir, are the guarantees of that.โ€

However flattering this compliment, the officer made no reply; but drawing from his belt a little silver whistle, such as boatswains use in ships of war, he whistled three times, with three different modulations. Immediately several men appeared, who unharnessed the smoking horses, and put the carriage into a coach house.

Then the officer, with the same calm politeness, invited his prisoner to enter the house. She, with a still-smiling countenance, took his arm, and passed with him under a low arched door, which by a vaulted passage, lighted only at the farther end, led to a stone staircase around an angle of stone. They then came to a massive door, which after the introduction into the lock of a key which the young man carried with him, turned heavily upon its hinges, and disclosed the chamber destined for Milady.

With a single glance the prisoner took in the apartment in its minutest details. It was a chamber whose furniture was at once appropriate for a prisoner or a free man; and yet bars at the windows and outside bolts at the door decided the question in favor of the prison.

In an instant all the strength of mind of this creature, though drawn from the most vigorous sources, abandoned her; she sank into a large easy chair, with her arms crossed, her head lowered, and expecting every instant to see a judge enter to interrogate her.

But no one entered except two or three marines, who brought her trunks and packages, deposited them in a corner, and retired without speaking.

The officer superintended all these details with the same calmness Milady had constantly seen in him, never pronouncing a word himself, and making himself obeyed by a gesture of his hand or a sound of his whistle.

It might have been said that between this man and his inferiors spoken language did not exist, or had become useless.

At length Milady could hold out no longer; she broke the silence. โ€œIn the name of heaven, sir,โ€ cried she, โ€œwhat means all that is passing? Put an end to my doubts; I have courage enough for any danger I can foresee, for every misfortune which I understand. Where am I, and why am I here? If I am free, why these bars and these doors? If I am a prisoner, what crime have I committed?โ€

โ€œYou are here in the apartment destined for you, madame. I received orders to go and take charge of you on the sea, and to conduct you to this castle. This order I believe I have accomplished with all the exactness of a soldier, but also with the courtesy of a gentleman. There terminates, at least to the present moment, the duty I had to fulfill toward you; the rest concerns another person.โ€

โ€œAnd who is that other person?โ€ asked Milady, warmly. โ€œCan you not tell me his name?โ€

At the moment a great jingling of spurs was heard on the stairs. Some voices passed and faded away, and the sound of a single footstep approached the door.

โ€œThat person is here, madame,โ€ said the officer, leaving the entrance open, and drawing himself up in an attitude of respect.

At the same time the door opened; a man appeared on the threshold. He was without a hat, carried a sword, and flourished a handkerchief in his hand.

Milady thought she recognized this shadow in the gloom; she supported herself with one hand upon the arm of the chair, and advanced her head as if to meet a certainty.

The stranger advanced slowly, and as he advanced, after entering into the circle of light projected by the lamp, Milady involuntarily drew back.

Then when she had no longer any doubt, she cried, in a state of stupor, โ€œWhat, my brother, is it you?โ€

โ€œYes, fair lady!โ€ replied Lord de Winter, making a bow, half courteous, half ironical; โ€œit is I, myself.โ€

โ€œBut this castle, then?โ€

โ€œIs mine.โ€

โ€œThis chamber?โ€

โ€œIs yours.โ€

โ€œI am, then, your prisoner?โ€

โ€œNearly so.โ€

โ€œBut this is a frightful abuse of power!โ€

โ€œNo high-sounding words! Let us sit down and chat quietly, as brother and sister ought to do.โ€

Then, turning toward the door, and seeing that the young officer was waiting for his last orders, he said. โ€œAll is well, I thank you; now leave us alone, Mr. Felton.โ€

50 CHAT BETWEEN BROTHER AND SISTER

During the time which Lord de Winter took to shut the door, close a shutter, and draw a chair near to his sister-in-lawโ€™s fauteuil, Milady, anxiously thoughtful, plunged her glance into the depths of possibility, and discovered all the plan, of which she could not even obtain a glance as long as she was ignorant into whose hands she had fallen. She knew her brother-in-law to be a worthy gentleman, a bold hunter, an intrepid player, enterprising with women, but by no means remarkable for his skill in intrigues. How had he discovered her arrival, and caused her to be seized? Why did he detain her?

Athos had dropped some words which proved that the conversation she had with the cardinal had fallen into outside ears; but she could not suppose that he had dug a countermine so promptly and so boldly. She rather feared that her preceding operations in England might have been discovered. Buckingham might have guessed that it was she who had cut off the two studs, and avenge himself for that little treachery; but Buckingham was incapable of going to any excess against a woman, particularly if that woman was supposed to have acted from a feeling of jealousy.

This supposition appeared to her most reasonable. It seemed to her that they wanted to revenge the past, and not to anticipate the future. At all events, she congratulated herself upon having fallen into the hands of her brother-in-law, with whom she reckoned she could deal very easily, rather than into the hands of an acknowledged and intelligent enemy.

โ€œYes, let us chat, brother,โ€ said she, with a kind of cheerfulness, decided as she was to draw from the conversation, in spite of all the dissimulation Lord de Winter could bring, the revelations of which she stood in need to regulate her future conduct.

โ€œYou have, then, decided to come to England again,โ€ said Lord de Winter, โ€œin spite of the resolutions you so often expressed in Paris never to set your feet on British ground?โ€

Milady replied to this question by another question. โ€œTo begin with, tell me,โ€ said she, โ€œhow have you watched me so closely as to be aware beforehand not only of my arrival, but even of the day, the hour, and the port at which I should arrive?โ€

Lord de Winter adopted the same tactics as Milady, thinking that as his sister-in-law employed them they must be the best.

โ€œBut tell me, my dear sister,โ€ replied he, โ€œwhat makes you come to England?โ€

โ€œI come to see you,โ€ replied Milady, without knowing how much she aggravated by this reply the suspicions to which dโ€™Artagnanโ€™s letter had given birth in the mind of her brother-in-law, and only desiring to gain the good will of her auditor by a falsehood.

โ€œAh, to see me?โ€ said de Winter, cunningly.

โ€œTo be sure, to see you. What is there astonishing in that?โ€

โ€œAnd you had no other object in coming to England but to see me?โ€

โ€œNo.โ€

โ€œSo it was for me alone you have taken the trouble to cross the Channel?โ€

โ€œFor you alone.โ€

โ€œThe deuce! What tenderness, my sister!โ€

โ€œBut am I not your nearest relative?โ€ demanded Milady, with a tone of the most touching ingenuousness.

โ€œAnd my only heir, are you not?โ€ said Lord de Winter in his turn, fixing his eyes on those of Milady.

Whatever command she had over herself, Milady could not help starting; and as in pronouncing the last words Lord de Winter placed his hand upon the arm of his sister, this start did not escape him.

In fact, the blow was direct and severe. The first idea that occurred to Miladyโ€™s mind was that she had been betrayed by Kitty, and that she had recounted to the baron the selfish aversion toward himself of which she had imprudently allowed some marks to escape before her servant. She also recollected the furious and imprudent attack she had made upon dโ€™Artagnan when he spared the life of her brother.

โ€œI do not understand, my Lord,โ€ said she, in order to gain time and make her adversary speak out. โ€œWhat do you mean to say? Is there any secret meaning concealed beneath your words?โ€

โ€œOh, my God, no!โ€ said Lord de Winter, with apparent good nature. โ€œYou wish to see me, and you come to England. I learn this desire, or rather I suspect that you feel it; and in order to spare you all the annoyances of a nocturnal arrival in a port and all the fatigues of landing, I send one of my officers to meet you, I place a

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