“No, to be sure,” replied D’Artagnan; “unless, forsooth, the sky rains friends upon him.”
Groslow’s face brightened.
It is impossible to say whether Charles, who kept his eyes constantly closed, had noticed the insolence of the Puritan captain, but the moment he heard the clear tone of D’Artagnan’s voice his eyelids rose, in spite of himself.
Parry, too, started and stopped reading.
“What are you thinking about?” said the king; “go on, my good Parry, unless you are tired.”
Parry resumed his reading.
On a table in the next room were