"What next? what next?"
"De Wardes cannot boast of anything."
"How is that? You told me yourself that that ring—"
"That ring I have! The Comte de Wardes of Thursday and the d'Artagnan of today are the same person."
The imprudent young man expected a surprise, mixed with shame—a slight storm which would resolve itself into tears; but he was strangely deceived, and his error was not of long duration.