"THE OTHER?" said Athos, in so stifled a voice that d'Artagnan scarcely heard him.
"Yes, she of whom you told me one day at Amiens." Athos uttered a groan, and let his head sink on his hands.
"This is a woman of twenty-six or twenty-eight years."
"Fair," said Athos, "is she not?"
"Very."
"Blue and clear eyes, of a strange brilliancy, with black eyelids and eyebrows?"