It's another reminder, a stark one, of why she wants this like she does. Constance can't imagine Bonacieux would ever have said such a thing, even in less extreme circumstances. What she desires has had nothing to do with her marriage, and her husband has little care for what she wants, no matter how small or harmless. But d'Artagnan only ever wishes to make her happy. Sometimes he's foolish about it or too headstrong, but his intentions are good and he respects her. What choice she makes, he will accept, and that's so reassuring. The choice is hers. The freedom to make it is hers.

"I hardly know where to start," she admits. "Porthos said I can talk to the lawyers he and Aramis have been seeing. I don't know what it involves or how long it will take or how much it will cost, but..." She smiles, tugging gently at his sleeve where her hand has fallen to his arm. "I suppose I'll be getting divorced soon."