“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.
They walked from one end of the chateau to the other, Porthos looking with wondering eyes at D’Artagnan, who was counting on his fingers.