"'Very well; I order you to do so.'
"I bowed and replied, 'Where is the comte, sire?'
"'You will look for him.'
"'And I am to arrest him, wherever he may be?'
"'Yes; but try that he may be at his own house. If he should have started for his own estate, leave Paris at once, and arrest him on his way thither.'
"I bowed; but as I did not move, he said, 'Well, what are you waiting for?'
"'For the order to arrest the comte, signed by yourself.'
"The king seemed annoyed; for, in point of fact, it was the exercise of a fresh act of authority; a repetition of the arbitrary act, if, indeed, it is to be considered as such. He took hold of his pen slowly, and evidently in no very good temper; and then he wrote, 'Order for M. le Chevalier d'Artagnan, captain of my musketeers, to arrest M. le Comte de la Fere, wherever he is to be found.' He then turned toward me; but I was looking on without moving a muscle of my face. In all probability he thought he perceived something like bravado in my tranquil manner, for he signed hurriedly; and then, handing me the order, he said, 'Go, monsieur!' I obeyed—and here I am."
Athos pressed his friend's hand. "Well, let us set off," he said.
"Oh! surely," said D'Artagnan, "you must have some trifling matters to arrange before you leave your apartments in this manner."