“If it be a means of which a gentleman may avail himself, I shall most eagerly seize the opportunity.”
“The name of M. de Guiche’s adversary?”
“Oh, oh!” murmured D’Artagnan, “are we going to take Louis XIII. as a model?”
“Sire!” said Manicamp, with an accent of reproach.
“You will not name him, then?” said the king.
“Sire, I do not know him.”
“Bravo!” murmured D’Artagnan.
“Monsieur de Manicamp, hand your sword to the captain.”
Manicamp bowed very gracefully, unbuckled his sword, smiling as he did so, and handed it for the musketeer to take. But Saint-Aignan advanced hurriedly between him and D’Artagnan. “Sire,” he said, “will your majesty permit me to say a word?”
“Do so,” said the king, delighted, perhaps, at the bottom of his heart, for some one to step between him and the wrath he felt he had carried him too far.