“Are they capable of attempting violence?”
D’Artagnan burst out laughing at the idea.
“Jesus Dieu!” he cried; “one of them is trembling with fever, having failed to adapt himself to this charming country of yours, and the other is a knight of Malta, as timid as a young girl; and for greater security we have taken from them even their penknives and pocket scissors.”
“Well, then,” said Groslow, “bring them with you.”
“But really — — ” said D’Artagnan.
“I have eight men on guard, you know. Four of them can guard the king and the other