"I will never help you in that, Monsieur Chevalier," said Kitty, warmly.
"And why not?" demanded d'Artagnan.
"For two reasons."
"What ones?"
"The first is that my mistress will never love you."
"How do you know that?"
"You have cut her to the heart."
"I? In what can I have offended her—I who ever since I have known her have lived at her feet like a slave? Speak, I beg you!"
"I will never confess that but to the man—who should read to the bottom of my soul!"