Chapter XVIII. — LOVER AND HUSBAND

LOVER AND HUSBAND Ah, Madame,” said D’Artagnan, entering by the door which the young woman opened for him, “allow me to tell you that you have a bad sort of a husband.” “You have, then, overheard our conversation?” asked Mme. Bonacieux, eagerly, and looking at D’Artagnan with disquiet. “The whole.” “But how, my God?” “By a mode of proceeding known to myself, and by which I likewise overheard the more animated conversation which he had with the cardinal’s police.” “And what did you understand by what we said?” “A th…