“Will the queen deign to follow my advice?”
“Let your majesty dismiss M. de Comminges and desire him to shut himself up with his men in the guardhouse and in the stables.”
Comminges glanced at D’Artagnan with the envious look with which every courtier sees a new favorite spring up.
“You hear, Comminges?” said the queen.
D’Artagnan went up to him; with his usual quickness he caught the anxious glance.
“Monsieur de Comminges,” he said, “pardon me; we both are servants of the queen, are we not?