Edwin Austin Abbey paintings

Edwin Austin Abbey paintings
Edward Hopper paintings
D’Artagnan ran home immediately, and although it was after three o’clock in the morning, and he had the worst quarters of Paris to pass through, he met with no misadventure.
He found the door of his passage open, sprang up the stairs, and knocked softly, in a manner agreed upon between him and his lackey. Planchet, whom he had sent home two hours before from the City Hall, desiring him to sit up for him, came and opened the door.
“Has any one brought a letter for me?” asked D’Artagnan eagerly.
“No one has brought a letter, sir,” replied Planchet; “but there is one come of itself.”
“What do you mean by that, you stupid fellow?”
“I mean that when I came in, although I had the key of your apartment in my pocket and that key had never been out of my possession, I found a letter on the green table-cover in your bedroom.”
“And where is that letter?”