“What is your name, my friend?” she said.
Planchet, much surprised at the inquiry, turned back.
“Yes,” continued the queen, “I think myself as much honored to have received you this evening as if you had been a prince, and I wish to know your name.”
“Yes,” thought Planchet, “to treat me as a prince. No, thank you.”
D’Artagnan trembled lest Planchet, seduced, like the crow in the fable, should tell his name, and that the queen, knowing his name, would discover that Planchet had belonged to him.
“Madame,” replied Planchet, respectfully, “I am called Dulaurier, at your service.”