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Without waiting for the permission of his host,
d’Artagnan went quickly into the house, and cast a rapid
glance at the bed. It had not been used. Bonacieux had not
been abed. He had only been back an hour or two; he had
accompanied his wife to the place of her confinement, or
else at least to the first relay.
‘Thanks, Monsieur Bonacieux,’ said d’Artagnan, empty-
ing his glass, ‘that is all I wanted of you. I will now go up
into my apartment. I will make Planchet brush my boots;
and when he has done, I will, if you like, send him to you to
brush your shoes.’
He left the mercer quite astonished at his singular
farewell, and asking himself if he had not been a little in-
considerate.
At the top of the stairs he found Planchet in a great
fright.
‘Ah, monsieur!’ cried Planchet, as soon as he perceived
his master, ‘here is more trouble. I thought you would never
come in.’
‘What’s the matter now, Planchet?’ demanded
d’Artagnan.
‘Oh! I give you a hundred, I give you a thousand times to
guess, monsieur, the visit I received in your absence.’
‘When?’
‘About half an hour ago, while you were at Monsieur de
Treville’s.’
‘Who has been here? Come, speak.’
‘Monsieur de Cavois.’
‘Monsieur de Cavois?’

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