“Monseigneur?” cried D’Artagnan, endeavoring to put him aside with his hand. Moved for an instant the valet resumed his station.
“Monseigneur?” said he.
“Yes, to be sure; do you not know me, imbecile?”
“Yes; you are the Chevalier d’Artagnan.”
“Then let me pass.”
“It is of no use.”
“Why of no use?”
“Because His Greatness is not at home.”
“What! His Greatness is not at home? where is he, then?”
“Gone.”