Great criminals bear bout them a kind of predestination which makes themsurmount all obstacles, which makes them escape all dangers, up to themoment which a wearied Providence has marked as the rock of theirimpious fortunes.

It was thus with Milady. She escaped the cruisers of both nations, andarrived at Boulogne without accident.

When landing at Portsmouth, Milady was an Englishwoman whom thepersecutions of the French drove from La Rochelle; when landing atBoulogne, after a two days' passage, she passed for a Frenchwoman whomthe English persecuted at Portsmouth out of their hatred for France.

Milady had, likewise, the best of passports-her beauty, her nobleappearance, and the liberality with which she distribute her pistoles.Freed from the usual formalities by the affable smile and gallantmanners of an old governor of the port, who kissed her hand, she onlyremained long enough at Boulogne to put into the post a letter,conceived in the following terms:

"To his Eminence Monseigneur the Cardinal Richelieu, in his camp beforeLa Rochelle.

Monseigneur, Let your Eminence be reassured. His Grace the Duke ofBuckingham WILL NOT SET OUT for France.MILADY DE-

"BOULOGNE, evening of the twenty-fifth.

"P.S.-According to the desire of your Eminence, I report to the conventof the Carmelites at Bethune, where I will await your orders."

Accordingly, that same evening Milady commenced her journey. Nightovertook her; she stopped, and slept at an inn. At five o'clock thenext morning she again proceeded, and in three hours after enteredBethune. She inquired for the convent of the Carmelites, and wentthither immediately.

The superior met her; Milady showed her the cardinal's order. Theabbess assigned her a chamber, and had breakfast served.

All the past was effaced from the eyes of this woman; and her looks,fixed on the future, beheld nothing but the high fortunes reserved forher by the cardinal, whom she had so successfully served without hisname being in any way mixed up with the sanguinary affair. The ever-newpassions which consumed her gave to her life the appearance of thoseclouds which float in the heavens, reflecting sometimes azure, sometimesfire, sometimes the opaque blackness of the tempest, and which leave notraces upon the earth behind them but devastation and death.

After breakfast, the abbess came to pay her a visit. There is verylittle amusement in the cloister, and the good superior was eager tomake the acquaintance of her new boarder.

Milady wished to please the abbess. This was a very easy matter for awoman so really superior as she was. She tried to be agreeable, and shewas charming, winning the good superior by her varied conversation andby the graces of her whole personality.

The abbess, who was the daughter of a noble house, took particulardelight in stories of the court, which so seldom travel to theextremities of the kingdom, and which, above all, have so muchdifficulty in penetrating the walls of convents, at whose threshold thenoise of the world dies away.

Milady, on the contrary, was quite conversant with all aristocraticintrigues, amid which she had constantly lived for five or six years.She made it her business, therefore, to amuse the good abbess with theworldly practices of the court of France, mixed with the eccentricpursuits of the king; she made for her the scandalous chronicle of thelords and ladies of the court, whom the abbess knew perfectly by name,touched lightly on the amours of the queen and the Duke of Buckingham,talking a great deal to induce her auditor to talk a little.

But the abbess contented herself with listening and smiling withoutreplying a word. Milady, however, saw that this sort of narrativeamused her very much, and kept at it; only she now let her conversationdrift toward the cardinal.

But she was greatly embarrassed. She did not know whether the abbesswas a royalist or a cardinalist; she therefore confined herself to aprudent middle course. But the abbess, on her part, maintained areserve still more prudent, contenting herself with making a profoundinclination of the head every time the fair traveler pronounced the nameof his Eminence.

Milady began to think she should soon grow weary of a convent life; sheresolved, then, to risk something in order that she might know how toact afterward. Desirous of seeing how far the discretion of the goodabbess would go, she began to tell a story, obscure at first, but verycircumstantial afterward, about the cardinal, relating the amours of theminister with Mme. d'Aiguillon, Marion de Lorme, and several other gaywomen.

The abbess listened more attentively, grew animated by degrees, andsmiled.

"Good," thought Milady; "she takes a pleasure in my conversation. Ifshe is a cardinalist, she has no fanaticism, at least.

She then went on to describe the persecutions exercised by the cardinalupon his enemies. The abbess only crossed herself, without approving ordisapproving.

This confirmed Milady in her opinion that the abbess was rather royalistthan cardinalist. Milady therefore continued, coloring her narrationsmore and more.

"I am very ignorant of these matters," said the abbess, at length; "buthowever distant from the court we may be, however remote from theinterests of the world we may be placed, we have very sad examples ofwhat you have related. And one of our boarders has suffered much fromthe vengeance and persecution of the cardinal!"

"One of your boarders?" said Milady; "oh, my God! Poor woman! I pityher, then."

"And you have reason, for she is much to be pitied. Imprisonment,menaces, ill treatment-she has suffered everything. But after all,"resumed the abbess, "Monsieur Cardinal has perhaps plausible motives foracting thus; and though she has the look of an angel, we must not alwaysjudge people by the appearance."

"Good!" said Milady to herself; "who knows! I am about, perhaps, todiscover something here; I am in the vein."

She tried to give her countenance an appearance of perfect candor.

"Alas," said Milady, "I know it is so. It is said that we must nottrust to the face; but in what, then, shall we place confidence, if notin the most beautiful work of the Lord? As for me, I shall be deceivedall my life perhaps, but I shall always have faith in a person whosecountenance inspires me with sympathy."

"You would, then, be tempted to believe," said the abbess, "that thisyoung person is innocent?"

"The cardinal pursues not only crimes," said she: "there are certainvirtues which he pursues more severely than certain offenses."

"Permit me, madame, to express my surprise," said the abbess.

"At what?" said Milady, with the utmost ingenuousness.

"At the language you use."

"What do you find so astonishing in that language?" said Milady,smiling.

"You are the friend of the cardinal, for he sends you hither, and yet - "

"And yet I speak ill of him," replied Milady, finishing the thought ofthe superior.

"At least you don't speak well of him."

"That is because I am not his friend," said she, sighing, "but hisvictim!"

"But this letter in which he recommends you to me?"

"Is an order for me to confine myself to a sort of prison, from which hewill release me by one of his satellites."

"But why have you not fled?"

"Whither should I go? Do you believe there is a spot on the earth whichthe cardinal cannot reach if he takes the trouble to stretch forth hishand? If I were a man, that would barely be possible; but what can awoman do? This young boarder of yours, has she tried to fly?"

"No, that is true; but she - that is another thing; I believe she isdetained in France by some love affair."

"Ah," said Milady, with a sigh, "if she loves she is not altogetherwretched."

"Then," said the abbess, looking at Milady with increasing interest, "Ibehold another poor victim?"

"Alas, yes," said Milady.

The abbess looked at her for an instant with uneasiness, as if a freshthought suggested itself to her mind.

"You are not an enemy of our holy faith?" said she, hesitatingly.

"Who - I?" cried Milady; "I a Protestant? Oh, no! I call to witnessthe God who hears us, that on the contrary I am a fervent Catholic!"

"Then, madame," said the abbess, smiling, "be reassured; the house inwhich you are shall not be a very hard prison, and we will do all in ourpower to make you cherish your captivity. You will find here, moreover,the young woman of whom I spoke, who is persecuted, no doubt, inconsequence of some court intrigue. She is amiable and well-behaved."

"What is her name?"

"She was sent to me by someone of high rank, under the name of Kitty. Ihave not tried to discover her other name."

"Kitty!" cried Milady. "What? Are you sure?"

"That she is called so? Yes, madame. Do you know her?"

Milady smiled to herself at the idea which had occurred to her that thismight be her old chambermaid. There was connected with the remembranceof this girl a remembrance of anger; and a desire of vengeancedisordered the features of Milady, which, however, immediately recoveredthe calm and benevolent expression which this woman of a hundred faceshad for a moment allowed them to lose.

"And when can I see this young lady, for whom I already feel so great asympathy?" asked Milady.

"Why, this evening," said the abbess; "today even. But you have beentraveling these four days, as you told me yourself. This morning yourose at five o'clock; you must stand in need of repose. Go to bed andsleep; at dinnertime we will rouse you."

Although Milady would very willingly have gone without sleep, sustainedas she was by all the excitements which a new adventure awakened in herheart, ever thirsting for intrigues, she nevertheless accepted the offerof the superior. During the last fifteen days she had experience somany an such various emotions that if her frame of iron was stillcapable of supporting fatigue, her mind required repose.

She therefore took leave of the abbess, and went to bed, softly rockedby the ideas of vengeance which the name of Kitty had naturally broughtto her thoughts. She remembered that almost unlimited promise which thecardinal had given her if she succeeded in her enterprise. She hadsucceeded; D'Artagnan was then in her power!

One thing alone frightened her; that was the remembrance of her husband,the Comte de la Fere, whom she had believed dead, or at leastexpatriated, and whom she found again in Athos-the best friend ofD'Artagnan.

But alas, if he was the friend of D'Artagnan, he must have lent him hisassistance in all the proceedings by whose aid the queen had defeatedthe project of his Eminence; if he was the friend of D'Artagnan, he wasthe enemy of the cardinal; and she doubtless would succeed in involvinghim in the vengeance by which she hoped to destroy the young Musketeer.

All these hopes were so many sweet thoughts for Milady; so, rocked bythem, she soon fell asleep.

She was awakened by a soft voice which sounded at the foot of her bed.She opened her eyes, and saw the abbess, accompanied by a young womanwith light hair and delicate complexion, who fixed upon her a look fullof benevolent curiosity.

The face of the young woman was entirely unknown to her. Each examinedthe other with great attention, while exchanging the customarycompliments; both were very handsome, but of quite different styles ofbeauty. Milady, however, smiled in observing that she excelled theyoung woman by far in her high air and aristocratic bearing. It is truethat the habit of a novice, which the young woman wore, was not veryadvantageous in a contest of this kind.

The abbess introduced them to each other. When this formality wasended, as her duties called her to chapel, she left the two young womenalone.

The novice, seeing Milady in bed, was about the follow the example ofthe superior; but Milady stopped her.

"How, madame," said she, "I have scarcely seen you, and you alreadywish to deprive me of your company, upon which I had counted a little, Imust confess, for the time I have to pass here?"

"No, madame," replied the novice, "only I thought I had chosen my timeill; you were asleep, you are fatigued."

"Well," said Milady, "what can those who sleep wish for - a happyawakening? This awakening you have given me; allow me, then, to enjoyit at my ease," and taking her hand, she drew her toward the armchair bythe bedside.

The novice sat down.

"How unfortunate I am!" said she; "I have been here six months withoutthe shadow of recreation. You arrive, and your presence was likely toafford me delightful company; yet I expect, in all probability, to quitthe convent at any moment."

"How, you are going soon?" asked Milady.

"At least I hope so," said the novice, with an expression of joy whichshe made no effort to disguise.

"I think I learned you had suffered persecutions from the cardinal,"continued Milady; "that would have been another motive for sympathybetween us."

"What I have heard, then, from our good mother is true; you havelikewise been a victim of that wicked priest."

"Hush!" said Milady; "let us not, even here, speak thus of him. All mymisfortunes arise from my having said nearly what you have said before awoman whom I thought my friend, and who betrayed me. Are you also thevictim of a treachery?"

"No," said the novice, "but of my devotion - of a devotion to a woman Iloved, for whom I would have laid down my life, for whom I would give itstill."

"And who has abandoned you - is that it?"

"I have been sufficiently unjust to believe so; but during the last twoor three days I have obtained proof to the contrary, for which I thankGod - for it would have cost me very dear to think she had forgotten me.But you, madame, you appear to be free," continued the novice; "and ifyou were inclined to fly it only rests with yourself to do so."

"Whither would you have me go, without friends, without money, in a partof France with which I am unacquainted, and where I have never beenbefore?"

"Oh," cried the novice," as to friends, you would have them wherever youwant, you appear so good and are so beautiful!"

"That does not prevent," replied Milady, softening her smile so as togive it an angelic expression, "my being alone or being persecuted."

"Hear me," said the novice; "we must trust in heaven. There alwayscomes a moment when the good you have done pleads your cause before God;and see, perhaps it is a happiness for you, humble and powerless as Iam, that you have met with me, for if I leave this place, well-I havepowerful friends, who, after having exerted themselves on my account,may also exert themselves for you."

"Oh, when I said I was alone," said Milady, hoping to make the novicetalk by talking of herself, "it is not for want of friends in highplaces; but these friends themselves tremble before the cardinal. Thequeen herself does not dare to oppose the terrible minister. I haveproof that her Majesty, notwithstanding her excellent heart, has morethan once been obliged to abandon to the anger of his Eminence personswho had served her."

"Trust me, madame; the queen may appear to have abandoned those persons,but we must not put faith in appearances. The more they are persecuted,the more she thinks of them; and often, when they least expect it, theyhave proof of a kind remembrance."

"Alas!" said Milady, "I believe so; the queen is so good!"

"Oh, you know her, then, that lovely and noble queen, that you speak ofher thus!" cried the novice, with enthusiasm.

"That is to say," replied Milady, driven into her entrenchment, "that Ihave not the honor of knowing her personally; but I know a great numberof her most intimate friends. I am acquainted with Monsieur de Putange;I met Monsieur Dujart in England; I know Monsieur de Treville."

"Monsieur de Treville!" exclaimed the novice, "do you know Monsieur deTreville?"

"Yes, perfectly well - intimately even."

"The captain of the king's Musketeers?"

"The captain of the king's Musketeers."

"Why, then, only see!" cried the novice; "we shall soon be wellacquainted, almost friends. If you know Monsieur de Treville, you musthave visited him?"

"Often!" said Milady, who, having entered this track, and perceivingthat falsehood succeeded, was determined to follow it to the end.

"With him, then, you must have seen some of his Musketeers?"

"All those he is in the habit of receiving!" replied Milady, for whomthis conversation began to have a real interest.

"Name a few of those whom you know, and you will see if they are myfriends."

"Well!" said Milady, embarrassed, " I know Monsieur de Louvigny,Monsieur de Courtivron, Monsieur de Ferussac."

The novice let her speak, then seeing that she paused, she said, "Don'tyou know a gentleman named Athos?"

Milady became as pale as the sheets in which she was lying, and mistressas she was of herself, could not help uttering a cry, seizing the handof the novice, and devouring her with looks.

"What is the matter? Good God!" asked the poor woman, "have I saidanything that has wounded you?"

"No; but the name struck me, because I also have known that gentleman,and it appeared strange to me to meet with a person who appears to knowhim well."

"Oh, yes, very well; not only him, but some of his friends, MessieursPorthos and Aramis!"

"Indeed! you know them likewise? I know them," cried Milady, who beganto feel a chill penetrate her heart.

"Well, if you know them, you know that they are good and freecompanions. Why do you not apply to them, if you stand in need ofhelp?"

"That is to say," stammered Milady, "I am not really very intimate withany of them. I know them from having heard one of their friends,Monsieur d'Artagnan, say a great deal about them."

"You know Monsieur d'Artagnan!" cried the novice, in her turn seizingthe hands of Milady and devouring her with her eyes.

Then remarking the strange expression of Milady's countenance, she said,"Pardon me, madame; you know him by what title?"

"Why," replied Milady, embarrassed, "why, by the title of friend."

"You deceive me, madame," said the novice; "you have been his mistress!"

"It is you who have been his mistress, madame!" cried Milady, in herturn.

"I?" said the novice.

"Yes, you! I know you now. You are Madame Bonacieux!"

The young woman drew back, filled with surprise and terror.

"Oh, do not deny it! Answer!" continued Milady.

"Well, yes, madame," said the novice, "Are we rivals?"

The countenance of Milady was illumined by so savage a joy that underany other circumstances Mme. Bonacieux would have fled in terror; butshe was absorbed by jealousy.

"Speak, madame!" resumed Mme. Bonacieux, with an energy of which shemight not have been believed capable. "Have you been, or are you, hismistress?"

"Oh, no!" cried Milady, with an accent that admitted no doubt of hertruth. "Never, never!"

"I believe you," said Mme. Bonacieux; "but why, then, did you cry outso?"

"Do you not understand?" said Milady, who had already overcome heragitation and recovered all her presence of mind.

"How can I understand? I know nothing."

"Can you not understand that Monsieur d'Artagnan, being my friend, mighttake me into his confidence?"

"Truly?"

"Do you not perceive that I know all - your abduction from the littlehouse at St. Germain, his despair, that of his friends, and theiruseless inquiries up to this moment? How could I help being astonishedwhen, without having the least expectation of such a thing, I meet youface to face - you, of whom we have so often spoken together, you whom heloves with all his soul, you whom he had taught me to love before I hadseen you! Ah, dear Constance, I have found you, then; I see you atlast!"

And Milady stretched out her arms to Mme. Bonacieux, who, convinced bywhat she had just said, saw nothing in this woman whom an instant beforeshe had believed her rival but a sincere and devoted friend.

"Oh, pardon me, pardon me!" cried she, sinking upon the shoulders ofMilady. "Pardon me, I love him so much!"

These two women held each other for an instant in a close embrace.Certainly, if Milady's strength had been equal to her hatred, Mme.Bonacieux would never have left that embrace alive. But not being ableto stifle her, she smiled upon her.

"Oh, you beautiful, good little creature!" said Milady. "How delightedI am to have found you! Let me look at you!" and while saying thesewords, she absolutely devoured her by her looks. "Oh, yes it is youindeed! From what he has told me, I know you now. I recognize youperfectly."

The poor young woman could not possibly suspect what frightful crueltywas behind the rampart of that pure brow, behind those brilliant eyes inwhich she read nothing but interest and compassion.

"Then you know what I have suffered," said Mme. Bonacieux, "since hehas told you what he has suffered; but to suffer for him is happiness.

Milady replied mechanically, "Yes, that is happiness." She was thinkingof something else.

"And then," continued Mme. Bonacieux, "my punishment is drawing to aclose. Tomorrow, this evening, perhaps, I shall see him again; and thenthe past will no longer exist."

"This evening?" asked Milady, roused from her reverie by these words."What do you mean? Do you expect news from him?"

"I expect himself."

"Himself? D'Artagnan here?"

"Himself!"

"But that's impossible! He is at the siege of La Rochelle with thecardinal. He will not return till after the taking of the city."

"Ah, you fancy so! But is there anything impossible for my D'Artagnan,the noble and loyal gentleman?"

"Oh, I cannot believe you!"

"Well, read, then!" said the unhappy young woman, in the excess of herpride and joy, presenting a letter to Milady.

"The writing of Madame de Chevreuse!" said Milady to herself. "Ah, Ialways thought there was some secret understanding in that quarter!"And she greedily read the following few lines:

My Dear Child, Hold yourself ready. OUR FRIEND will see you soon,and he will only see you to release you from that imprisonment in whichyour safety required you should be concealed. Prepare, then, for yourdeparture, and never despair of us.

Our charming Gascon has just proved himself as brave and faithful asever. Tell him that certain parties are grateful for the warning he hasgiven.

"Yes, yes," said Milady; "the letter is precise. Do you know what thatwarning was?"

"No, I only suspect he has warned the queen against some freshmachinations of the cardinal."

"Yes, that's it, no doubt!" said Milady, returning the letter to Mme.Bonacieux, and letting her head sink pensively upon her bosom.

At that moment they heard the gallop of a horse.

"Oh!" cried Mme. Bonacieux, darting to the window, "can it be he?"

Milady remained still in bed, petrified by surprise; so many unexpectedthings happened to her all at once that for the first time she was at aloss.

"He, he!" murmured she; "can it be he?" And she remained in bed withher eyes fixed.

"Alas, no!" said Mme. Bonacieux; "it is a man I don't know, although heseems to be coming here. Yes, he checks his pace; he stops at the gate;he rings."

Milady sprang out of bed.

"You are sure it is not he?" said she.

"Yes, yes, very sure!"

"Perhaps you did not see well."

"Oh, if I were to see the plume of his hat, the end of his cloak, Ishould know HIM!"

Milady was dressing herself all the time.

"Yes, he has entered."

"It is for you or me!"

"My God, how agitated you seem!"

"Yes, I admit it. I have not your confidence; I fear the cardinal."

"Hush!" said Mme. Bonacieux; "somebody is coming."

Immediately the door opened, and the superior entered.

"Did you come from Boulogne?" demanded she of Milady.

"Yes," replied she, trying to recover her self-possession. "Who wantsme?"

"A man who will not tell his name, but who comes from the cardinal."

"And who wishes to speak with me?"

"Who wishes to speak to a lady recently come from Boulogne."

"Then let him come in, if you please."

"Oh, my God, my God!" cried Mme. Bonacieux. "Can it be bad news?"

"I fear it."

"I will leave you with this stranger; but as soon as he is gone, if youwill permit me, I will return."

"PERMIT you? I BESEECH you."

The superior and Mme. Bonacieux retired.

Milady remained alone, with her eyes fixed upon the door. An instantlater, the jingling of spurs was heard upon the stairs, steps drew near,the door opened, and a man appeared.

Milady uttered a cry of joy; this man was the Comte de Rochefort - thedemoniacal tool of his Eminence.