asked Gaston d’Orleans, with a forced smile.
“No, my prince,” replied Mazarin, “the third bed is intended for your highness.”
“But your eminence?” replied the prince.
“I,” answered Mazarin, “I shall not sleep at all; I have work to do.”
Gaston desired that he should be shown into the room wherein he was to sleep, without in the least concerning himself as to where his wife and daughter were to repose.
“Well, for my part, I shall go to bed,” said D’Artagnan; “come, Porthos.”
Porthos followed the lieutenant with that profound confidence he ever had in the wisdom of his friend.