"Allow me to share yours with you."
Fouquet looked at the musketeer fixedly. "Ah! ah!" he said, "you have just left the king."
"I have, monseigneur."
"And the king wishes you to pass the night in my room?"
"Monseigneur—"
"Very well, Monsieur d'Artagnan, very well. You are master here."
"I assure you, monseigneur, that I do not wish to abuse—"
Fouquet turned to his valet, and said, "Leave us." When the man had left, he said to D'Artagnan, "You have something to say to me?"
"I?"
"A man of your superior intelligence cannot have come to talk with a man like myself, at such an hour as the present, without grave motives."