"I am all attention, madame," said he.
Milady remained thoughtful and undecided for a moment; then, as if appearing to have formed a resolution, she said, "I have an enemy."
"You, madame!" said d'Artagnan, affecting surprise; "is that possible, my God?—good and beautiful as you are!"
"A mortal enemy."
"Indeed!"
"An enemy who has insulted me so cruelly that between him and me it is war to the death. May I reckon on you as an auxiliary?"