CHAPTER LXX.
THREE GUESTS ASTONISHED TO FIND THEMSELVES AT SUPPER TOGETHER.
The carriage arrived at the outside gate of the Bastille. A soldier on guard stopped it, but D'Artagnan had only to utter a single word to procure admittance, and the carriage passed on without further difficulty. While they were proceeding along the covered way which led to the courtyard of the governor's residence, D'Artagnan, whose lynx eye saw everything, even through the walls, suddenly cried out, "What is that out yonder?"
"Well," said Athos, quietly, "what is it?"
"Look yonder, Athos."
"In the courtyard?"
"Yes, yes; make haste!"
"Well, a carriage; very likely conveying a prisoner like myself."
"That would be too droll."