My name is — ah! but surely you are Monsieur d’Artagnan?”

“And thou — Planchet!” cried the lieutenant.

“At your service, sir,” said Planchet, overwhelmed with joy; “if I were still capable of serving you.”

“Perhaps so,” replied D’Artagnan. “But why the devil dost thou run about the tops of houses at seven o’clock of the morning in the month of January?”

“Sir,” said Planchet, “you must know; but, perhaps you ought not to know — — ”

“Tell us what,” returned D’Artagnan, “but first put a napkin against the window and draw the curtains.”