“Must I, then?”
“It is by the order of my master, monsieur.”
“Well, my name is—but, I warn you, my name will tell you absolutely nothing.”
“Never mind, tell it, notwithstanding.”
“Well, I am the Chevalier d’Artagnan.”
The voice uttered an exclamation.
“Oh! good heavens!” said a voice on the other side of the door. “Monsieur d’Artagnan. What happiness! I could not help thinking I knew that voice.”
“Humph!” said D’Artagnan. “My voice is known here! That’s flattering.”
“Oh! yes, we know it,” said the old man, drawing the bolts; “and here is the proof.” And at these words he let in D’Artagnan, who, by the light of the lantern he carried in his hand, recognized his obstinate interlocutor.
“Ah! Mordioux!” cried he: “why, it is Parry! I ought to have known that.”