A short gallop brought them to the road of Chaillot; the day began to decline, carriages were passing and repassing. d’Artagnan, keeping at some distance from his friends, darted a scrutinizing glance into every carriage that appeared, but saw no face with which he was acquainted.
Un tiempo de galope los condujo a la ruta de Chaillot; la luz comenzaba a bajar, los coches pasaban y volvían a pasar; D'Artagnan, guardado a algunos pasos por sus amigos, hundía sus miradas hasta el fondo de las carrozas, y no veía ningún rostro conocido.