face was hidden, approached and leaned over the bed and looked.
For one second, D’Artagnan thought the man had some evil design and he put his hand to his sword; but in the movement made by the man in stooping a portion of his face was uncovered and D’Artagnan recognized the coadjutor.
“It is certainly the king,” said the man, rising again. “God bless his majesty!”
“Yes,” repeated the leader in a whisper, “God bless his majesty!” and all these men, who had entered enraged, passed from anger to pity and blessed the royal infant in their turn.
“Now,” said Planchet, “let us thank the queen. My friends, retire.”