“Nothing. And what is the next point?”
“Ah, the next! You will observe, monsieur, that the one I have already mentioned is a most serious injury, to which you have given no answer, or rather, have answered very indifferently. Is it possible, monsieur, that you have changed your lodgings? M. de Bragelonne feels insulted at your having done so, and you do not attempt to excuse yourself.”
“What!” cried Saint-Aignan, who was getting annoyed at the perfect coolness of his visitor—“what! am I to consult M. de Bragelonne whether I am to move or not? You can hardly be serious, monsieur.”
“I am. And it is absolutely necessary, monsieur; but under any circumstances, you will admit that it is nothing in comparison with the second ground of complaint.”
“Well, what is that?”
Porthos assumed a very solemn expression as he said: “How about the trap-door, monsieur?”
Saint-Aignan turned exceedingly pale. He pushed back his chair so abruptly, that Porthos, simple as he was, perceived that the blow had told. “The trap-door,” murmured Saint-Aignan.
“Yes, monsieur, explain that if you can,” said Porthos, shaking his head.
Saint-Aignan held down his head, as he murmured: “I have been betrayed, everything is known!”
“Everything,” replied Porthos, who knew nothing.