was furious; the sight of such royal misery exasperated him and his eyes examined every new trace of poverty that presented itself.
“You are examining the luxury I enjoy,” said the queen, glancing sadly around her.
“Madame,” replied Aramis, “I must ask your pardon, but I know not how to hide my indignation at seeing how a daughter of Henry IV. is treated at the court of France.”
“Monsieur Aramis is not an officer?” asked the queen of Lord de Winter.
“That gentleman is the Abbe d’Herblay,” replied he.
Aramis blushed. “Madame,” he said, “I am an abbe, it is true, but I am so against my will.