“Well, don’t budge, then; if they come, tell them what has happened. Let them wait for me at the Pomme-de-Pin. Here it would be dangerous; the house may be watched. I will run to Monsieur de Tréville to tell them all this, and will meet them there.”
“Very well, monsieur,” said Planchet.
“But you will remain; you are not afraid?” said D’Artagnan, coming back to recommend courage to his lackey.
“Be easy, monsieur,” said Planchet; “you do not know me yet. I am brave when I set about it. It is all in beginning. Besides, I am a Picard.”
“Then it is understood,” said D’Artagnan; “you would rather be killed than desert your post?”
“Yes, monsieur; and there is nothing I would not do to prove to Monsieur that I am attached to him.”
“Good!” said D’Artagnan to himself. “It appears that the method I have adopted with this boy is decidedly the best. I shall use it again upon occasion.”
And with all the swiftness of his legs, already a little fatigued, however, with the perambulations of the day, D’Artagnan directed his course toward M. de Tréville’s.
M. de Tréville was not at his hôtel. His company was on guard at the Louvre; he was at the Louvre with his company.
It was necessary to reach M. de Tréville; it was important that he should be informed of what was passing. D’Artagnan resolved to try and enter the Louvre. His costume of Guardsman in the company of M. Dessessart ought to be his passport.