“Sir, have the kindness also to awaken Monsieur du Vallon and to say ‘tis by his eminence’s order, and that I shall await him at the stables.”
The officer went off with an eagerness that showed the Gascon that he had some personal interest in the matter.
Porthos was snoring most musically when some one touched him on the shoulder.
“I come from the cardinal,” said the officer.
“Heigho!” said Porthos, opening his large eyes; “what have you got to say?”
“That his eminence has ordered you to England and that Monsieur d’Artagnan is waiting for you in the stables.”