“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. “Count, arrest Porthos and D’Artagnan.”
The Count de la Fere glanced at Porthos and D’Artagnan, and smiled sweetly.
“Sacre! Where is Aramis?” said the King violently.
“Here, sire,” and Aramis entered.
“Arrest Athos, Porthos, and D’Artagnan.”
Aramis bowed and folded his arms.
“Arrest yourself!”