Comminges bowed and left.
“Come,” said D’Artagnan to himself, “I have got one more enemy.”
“And now,” said the queen, addressing D’Artagnan, “what is to be done? for you hear that, instead of becoming calmer, the noise increases.”
“Madame,” said D’Artagnan, “the people want to see the king and they must see him.”
“What! must see him! Where—on the balcony?”
“Not at all, madame, but here, sleeping in his bed.”
“Oh, your majesty,” exclaimed Laporte, “Monsieur d’Artagnan is right.”
The queen became thoughtful and smiled, like a woman to whom duplicity is no stranger.
“Without doubt,” she murmured.
“Monsieur Laporte,” said D’Artagnan, “go and announce to the people through the grating that they are going to be satisfied and that in five minutes they shall not only see the king, but they shall see him in bed; add that the king sleeps and that the queen begs that they will keep silence, so as not to awaken him.”