"Much obliged, my dear Kitty; but for the intention only—for the information, you must agree, is not likely to be at all agreeable."
"That is to say, you don't believe what I have told you; is it not so?"
"We have always some difficulty in believing such things, my pretty dear, were it only from self-love."
"Then you don't believe me?"
"I confess that unless you deign to give me some proof of what you advance—"
"What do you think of this?"
Kitty drew a little note from her bosom.
"For me?" said d'Artagnan, seizing the letter.