“At Nantes!” cried D’Artagnan.
“In Bretagne.”
“Yes, sire, it is in Bretagne. Will you majesty make so long a journey as to Nantes?”
“The States are assembled there,” replied the king. “I have two demands to make of them: I wish to be there.”
“When shall I set out?” said the captain.
“This evening — to-morrow — to-morrow evening; for you must stand in need of rest.”
“I have rested, sire.”
“That is well.
Then between this and to-morrow evening, when you please.”