"He was waiting for a woman," continued Treville.

"He departed immediately after having conversed for a minute with
her whom he awaited."

"You know not the subject of their conversation?"

"He gave her a box, told her not to open it except in London."

"Was this woman English?"

"He called her Milady."

"It is he; it must be he!" murmured Treville. "I believed him
still at Brussels."

"Oh, sir, if you know who this man is," cried d'Artagnan, "tell
me who he is, and whence he is. I will then release you from all
your promises--even that of procuring my admission into the
Musketeers; for before everything, I wish to avenge myself."

"Beware, young man!" cried Treville. "If you see him coming on
one side of the street, pass by on the other. Do not cast
yourself against such a rock; he would break you like glass."

"That will not prevent me," replied d'Artagnan, "if ever I find
him."

"In the meantime," said Treville, "seek him not--if I have a
right to advise you."