“Wretch that I am,” thought D’Artagnan; “true, you have been told, I suppose, that some one was to be arrested, and have come yourself, instead of sending an officer?”
“I came because I had occasion to speak to you.”
“You did not send to me?”
“I waited until you were disengaged,” said Monsieur Baisemeaux, timidly.
“I leave you, D’Artagnan,” said Athos.
“Not before I have presented Monsieur Baisemeaux de Montlezun, the governor of the Bastile.”
Baisemeaux and Athos saluted each other.
“Surely you must know each other,” said D’Artagnan.
“I have an indistinct recollection of Monsieur Baisemeaux,” said Athos.
“You remember, my dear, Baisemeaux, the king’s guardsman with whom we used formerly to have such delightful meetings in the cardinal’s time?”