by Alexandre Dumas

“ D'Artagnan lifted up his head.
"I am ready," said he.
"You have understood me, then, dear Monsieur d'Artagnan," said Milady.
"I could interpret one of your looks."
"Then you would employ for me your arm which has already acquired so much renown?"
"Instantly!"
"But on my part," said Milady, "how should I repay such a service? I know these lovers. They are men who do nothing for nothing."
"You know the only reply that I desire," said d'Artagnan, "the only one worthy of you and of me!" ”

“ As nine o'clock sounded, d'Artagnan was at the Place Royale. It was evident that the servants who waited in the antechamber were warned, for as soon as d'Artagnan appeared, before even he had asked if Milady were visible, one of them ran to announce him.
"Show him in," said Milady, in a quick tone, but so piercing that d'Artagnan heard her in the antechamber.
He was introduced.
"I am at home to nobody," said Milady; "observe, to nobody." The servant went out. ”

“ Milady smiled with a strange smile.
"Then you love me?" said she.
"Have I any need to tell you so? Have you not perceived it?"
"It may be; but you know the more hearts are worth the capture, the more difficult they are to be won."
"Oh, difficulties do not affright me," said d'Artagnan. "I shrink before nothing but impossibilities."
"Nothing is impossible," replied Milady, "to true love."
"Nothing, madame?"
"Nothing," replied Milady.
"The devil!" thought d'Artagnan. "The note is changed. Is she going to fall in love with me, by chance, this fair inconstant ”