“Yes, certainly.”
“Well, then, this noise of thunder, however much your majesty may have wished to continue playing, has said, ‘go in, sire.
You must do so.’“
“Certainly, sir; but they tell me that the noise of thunder is the voice of God.”
“Well then, sire,” continued D’Artagnan, “listen to the noise of the people; you will perceive that it resembles that of thunder.”
In truth at that moment a terrible murmur was wafted to them by the night breeze; then all at once it ceased.
“Hold, sire,” said D’Artagnan, “they have just told the people that you are asleep; you see, you still are king.”