“Gentlemen,” said Athos, “you do not know who I am; but I must tell you I acknowledge no one here but General Monk as my equal. Where is he? Let me be conducted to him, and if he has any questions to put to me, I will answer him and to his satisfaction, I hope. I repeat, gentlemen, where is the general?”
“Eh! good God! you know better than we do where he is,” said the lieutenant.
“I?”
“Yes, you.”
“Monsieur,” said Athos, “I do not understand you.”
“You will understand me—and, in the first place, do not speak so loud.”
Athos smiled disdainfully.
“We don’t ask you to smile,” said one of the colonels warmly; “we require you to answer.”
“And I, gentlemen, declare to you that I will not reply until I am in the presence of the general.”
“But,” replied the same colonel who had already spoken, “you know very well that is impossible.”