“This is the second time I have received this strange reply to the wish I express,” said Athos. “Is the general absent?”
This question was made with such apparent good faith, and the gentleman wore an air of such natural surprise, that the three officers exchanged a meaning look. The lieutenant, by a tacit convention with the other two, was spokesman.
“Monsieur, the general left you last night on the borders of the monastery.”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“And you went——”
“It is not for me to answer you, but for those who have accompanied me. They were your soldiers, ask them.”
“But if we please to question you?”
“Then it will please me to reply, monsieur, that I do not recognize any one here, that I know no one here but the general, and that it is to him alone I will reply.”
“So be it, monsieur; but as we are the masters, we constitute ourselves a council of war, and when you are before judges you must reply.”
The countenance of Athos expressed nothing but astonishment and disdain, instead of the terror the officers expected to read in it at this threat.