Milady, as Athos had foreseen, on finding the two men that awaited her, made no difficulty in following them. She had had for an instant an inclination to be reconducted to the cardinal, and relate everything to him; but a revelation on her part would bring about a revelation on the part of Athos. She might say that Athos had hanged her; but then Athos would tell that she was branded. She thought it was best to preserve silence, to discreetly set off to accomplish her difficult mission with her usual skill; and then, all things being accomplished to the satisfaction of the cardinal, to come to him and claim her vengeance. In consequence, after having traveled all night, at seven o’clock she was at the fort of the Point; at eight o’clock she had embarked; and at nine, the vessel, which with letters of marque from the cardinal was supposed to be sailing for Bayonne, raised anchor, and steered its course toward England. Chapter XLVI. THE BASTION SAINT-GERVAIS On arriving at the lodgings of his three friends, D’Artagnan found them assembled in the same chamber. Athos was meditating; Porthos was twisting his mustache; Aramis was saying his prayers in a charming little Book of Hours, bound in blue velvet. “_Pardieu_, gentlemen,” said he. “I hope what you have to tell me is worth the trouble, or else, I warn you, I will not pardon you for making me come here instead of getting a little rest after a night spent in taking and dismantling a bastion. Ah, why were you not there, gentlemen? It was warm work.” “We were in a place where it was not very cold,” replied Porthos, giving his mustache a twist which was peculiar to him. “Hush!” said Athos. “Oh, oh!” said D’Artagnan, comprehending the slight frown of the Musketeer. “It appears there is something fresh aboard.” “Aramis,” said Athos, “you went to breakfast the day before yesterday at the inn of the Parpaillot, I believe?” “Yes.” “How did you fare?” “For my part, I ate but little. The day before yesterday was a fish day, and they had nothing but meat.” “What,” said Athos, “no fish at a seaport?” “They say,” said Aramis, resuming his pious reading, “that the dyke which the cardinal is making drives them all out into the open sea.” “But that is not quite what I mean to ask you, Aramis,” replied Athos. “I want to know if you were left alone, and nobody interrupted you.” “Why, I think there were not many intruders. Yes, Athos, I know what you mean: we shall do very well at the Parpaillot.” “Let us go to the Parpaillot, then, for here the walls are like sheets of paper.” D’Artagnan, who was accustomed to his friend’s manner of acting, and who perceived immediately, by a word, a gesture, or a sign from him, that the circumstances were serious, took Athos’s arm, and went out without saying anything. Porthos followed, chatting with Aramis.