“At least, sir,” said Buckingham, determined to have the last word, “you will not refuse me an explanation provoked by yourself.”
“I never refuse, my lord,” said D’Artagnan.
“As you have had relations with my father, you must be acquainted with some private details?”
“These relations are already far removed from us, my lord—for you were not then born—and for some unfortunate diamond studs, which I received from his hands and carried back to France, it is really not worth while awakening so many remembrances.”
“Ah! sir,” said Buckingham, warmly, going up to D’Artagnan, and holding out his hand to him, “it is you, then—you whom my father sought everywhere and who had a right to expect so much from us.”
“To expect, my lord, in truth, that is my forte; all my life I have expected.”
At this moment, the princess, who was tired of not seeing the stranger approach her, arose and came towards them.
“At least, sir,” said Buckingham, “you shall not wait for the presentation you claim of me.”
Then turning towards the princess and bowing: “Madam,” said the young man, “the king, your brother, desires me to have the honor of presenting to your royal highness, Monsieur le Chevalier d’Artagnan.”
“In order that your royal highness may have, in case of need, a firm support and a sure friend,” added Parry. D’Artagnan bowed.