inform them that Groslow was waiting for them.
“Where?” asked D’Artagnan.
“In the room of the English Nebuchadnezzar,” replied the staunch Puritan.
“Good,” replied Athos, whose blood mounted to his face at the insult offered to royalty; “tell the captain we are coming.”
The Puritan then went out. The lackeys had been ordered to saddle eight horses and to wait, keeping together and without dismounting, at the corner of a street about twenty steps from the house where the king was lodged.
It was nine o’clock in the evening; the sentinels had been relieved at eight and Captain Groslow had been on guard for an hour.