"No," was the reply.
"Look at the arms."
The sergeant put his lantern close to the pannel.
"They are those of M. le Coadjuteur," said he.
"Hush!" said d'Artagnan. "Madam de Guéménée is with him."
The sergeant laughed. "Open the gate," said he; "I know who it is." Then, approaching the mantelet—"Much pleasure, Monseigneur," said he.
"Hold your tongue!" cried D'Artagnan, "or you will lose me my place."
The gate creaked upon its hinges; D'Artagnan, seeing the gate open, flogged his horses, and set off at a rapid trot. In five minutes he had rejoined the cardinal's coach.
"Mousqueton," cried D'Artagnan to M. du Vallon's servant, "open the door of his majesty's carriage."
"It is he!" exclaimed Porthos, who was waiting for his friend.