“So much the better. Go and tell M. Fouquet very simply that you wish to speak to M. d’Herblay.”
“Of course, of course,” exclaimed Baisemeaux, delightedly.
“But,” said D’Artagnan, checking him by a severe look, “your word of honor?”
“I give you my sacred word of honor,” replied the little man, about to set off running.
“Where are you going?”
“To M. Fouquet’s house.”
“It is useless doing that, M. Fouquet is playing at cards with the king. All you can do is to pay M. Fouquet a visit early to-morrow morning.”
“I will do so. Thank you.”
“Good luck attend you,” said D’Artagnan.
“Thank you.”