Anne of Austria received the blow with a beating heart.
“Has the Gascon been indiscreet?” she murmured to herself, then said aloud:
“D’Artagnan! stop an instant, the name seems certainly familiar. D’Artagnan! there was a musketeer who was in love with one of my women. Poor young creature! she was poisoned on my account.”
“That’s all you know of him?” asked Mazarin.
The queen looked at him, surprised.
“You seem, sir,” she remarked, “to be making me undergo a course of cross-examination.”
“Which you answer according to your fancy,” replied Mazarin.
“Tell me your wishes and I will comply with them.”
The queen spoke with some impatience.
“Well, madame,” said Mazarin, bowing, “I desire that you give me a share in your friends, as I have shared with you the little industry and talent that Heaven has given me. The circumstances are grave and it will be necessary to act promptly.”