"Ah, my God, mademoiselle."
"Ah, my God, sire."
But a low knock at the door interrupted the lovers. The King uttered a cry of rage; Louise one of despair.
The door opened and D'Artagnan entered.
"Good evening, sire," said the musketeer.
The King touched a bell. Porthos appeared in the doorway.
"Good evening, sire."
"Arrest M. D'Artagnan."
Porthos looked at D'Artagnan, and did not move.
The King almost turned purple with rage. He again touched the bell. Athos entered.