Ten Years Later: The Vicomte of Bragelonne by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 7 Page 13

“Oh!” sighed the young man, clasping his neck convulsively with his hand, and with a sob. “Parry, is that all? — is that all?”

“Yes, my lord; that is all.”

After this brief reply ensued a long interval of silence, broken only by the convulsive beating of the heel of the young man on the floor.

The old man endeavored to change the conversation; it was leading to thoughts much too sinister.

“My lord,” said he, “what is the meaning of all the noise which preceded me? What are these people crying ‘Vive le Roi!’ for? What king do they mean? and what are all these lights for?”

“Ah! Parry,” replied the young man ironically,