astonished at what had happened to him that he stammered and reeled like a drunken man; D’Artagnan deposited his clothes under the arm of one of the valets.
“And now, Monsieur du Verger,” he said, “shut yourself up with this man until Monsieur Bernouin returns to open the door. The duty will be tolerably long and not very amusing, I know; but,” added he, seriously, “you understand, it is on the king’s service.”
“At your command, lieutenant,” replied the musketeer, who saw the business was a serious one.
“By-the-bye,” continued D’Artagnan, “should this man attempt to fly or to call out, pass your sword through his body.