Milady replied mechanically, "Yes, that is happiness." She was thinking of something else.
"And then," continued Mme. Bonacieux, "my punishment is drawing to a close. Tomorrow, this evening, perhaps, I shall see him again; and then the past will no longer exist."
"This evening?" asked Milady, roused from her reverie by these words. "What do you mean? Do you expect news from him?"
"I expect himself."
"Himself? D'Artagnan here?"
"Himself!"
"But that's impossible! He is at the siege of La Rochelle with the cardinal. He will not return till after the taking of the city."