him, the insect! Do not fly, then. It is useless; for I swear to you that you are as safe here as you were twenty years, ago — you, Athos, in the Rue Ferou, and you, Aramis, in the Rue de Vaugirard.”
“Stop,” cried Athos, extending his hand to one of the grated windows by which the room was lighted; “you will soon know what to expect, for here he is.”
“Who?”
“Mordaunt.”
In fact, looking at the place to which Athos pointed, D’Artagnan saw a cavalier coming toward the house at full gallop.
It was Mordaunt.
D’Artagnan rushed out of the room.
Porthos wanted to follow him.