my turn to be of use to her; do not envy me this happiness.”
Comminges bowed and left.
“Come,” said D’Artagnan to himself, “I have got one more enemy.”
“And now,” said the queen, addressing D’Artagnan, “what is to be done? for you hear that, instead of becoming calmer, the noise increases.”
“Madame,” said D’Artagnan, “the people want to see the king and they must see him.”
“What! must see him! Where — on the balcony?”
“Not at all, madame, but here, sleeping in his bed.”