hand kindly, and said, “Not at Nantes, dear Monsieur d’Artagnan.
The king, in this journey, has changed everything.”
D’Artagnan, a little softened, asked about what o’clock the king would have finished his breakfast.
“We don’t know.”
“Eh? — don’t know! What does that mean? You don’t know how much time the king devotes to eating? It is generally an hour; and, if we admit that the air of the Loire gives an additional appetite, we will extend it to an hour and a half; that is enough, I think. I will wait where I am.”
“Oh! dear Monsieur d’Artagnan, the order of the day is not to allow any person to remain in this corridor; I am on guard for that particular purpose.”