“Who hinders you?”
“Why, you in the first place.”
“I? Oh, monseigneur!”
“No doubt you do. Is it at Nantes as at Paris? Do you not come in the king’s name?”
“For Heaven’s sake, monseigneur,” replied the captain, “leave the king alone! The day on which I shall come on the part of the king, for the purpose you mean, take my word for it, I will not leave you long in doubt. You will see me place my hand on my sword, according to the ordonnance, and you will hear my say at once, in ceremonial voice, ‘Monseigneur, in the name of the king, I arrest you!’”
“You promise me that frankness?” said the superintendent.
“Upon my honor! But we have not come to that, believe me.”
“What makes you think that, M. d’Artagnan? For my part, I think quite the contrary.”
“I have heard speak of nothing of the kind,” replied D’Artagnan.
“Eh! eh!” said Fouquet.