“If it please your majesty,” said Athos, bowing to the king, “yes, I will go, sire.”
“What! you so happy here, count?”
“I am never happy when I have a duty left to accomplish, and it is an imperative duty which the king your father left me to watch over your fortunes, and make a royal use of his money. So, if your majesty honors me with a sign, I will go with you.”
“Ah, monsieur!” said the king, forgetting all royal etiquette, and throwing his arms around the neck of Athos, “you prove to me that there is a God in heaven, and that this God sometimes sends messengers to the unfortunate who groan on the earth.”
Athos, exceedingly moved by this burst of feeling of the young man, thanked him with profound respect, and approached the window. “Grimaud!” cried he, “bring out my horses.”
“What, now—immediately!” said the king. “Ah, monsieur, you are indeed a wonderful man!”
“Sire,” said Athos, “I know nothing more pressing than your majesty’s service. Besides,” added he, smiling, “it is a habit contracted long since, in the service of the queen your aunt, and of the king your father. How is it possible for me to lose it at the moment your majesty’s service calls for it?”
“What a man!” murmured the king.
Then after a moment’s reflection,—“But no, count, I cannot expose you to such privations. I have no means of rewarding such services.”
“Bah!” said Athos, laughing. “Your majesty is joking, have you not a million? Ah! why am I not possessed of half such a sum! I would already have raised a regiment. But, thank God! I have still a few rolls of gold and some family diamonds left. Your majesty will, I hope, deign to share with a devoted servant.”