his hand in the direction whence came the sound, there was no mistaking it — it was the noise of cannon.
Every one stood up.
At that moment the door opened.
“Monseigneur,” said Marshal de Grammont, with a radiant face, “will your highness permit my son, Count de Guiche, and his traveling companion, Viscount de Bragelonne, to come in and give news of the enemy, whom they have found while we were looking for him?”
“What!” eagerly replied the prince, “will I permit? I not only permit, I desire; let them come in.”
The marshal introduced the two young men and placed them face to face with the prince.
“Speak, gentlemen,”