CHAPTER XXII.

ST. DENIS. The day was beginning to break when Athos arose and dressed himself. It was plain, by the paleness still greater than usual, and by those traces which loss of sleep leaves on the face, that he must have passed a painfully sleepless night. Contrary to the custom of a man so firm and decided, there was this morning in his personal appearance something slow and irresolute. He was evidently occupying himself in preparations for the departure of Raoul; after employing nearly an hour in these cares, he opened …