“And now, gentlemen,” said Planchet, who had not heard what they were saying, “what do you intend to do?”
“Re-enter Paris, if you will let us, my good Planchet.”
“Let you, sir? Now, as ever, I am nothing but your servant.” Then turning to his men:
“Allow these gentlemen to pass,” he said; “they are friends of the Duc de Beaufort.”
“Long live the Duc de Beaufort!” cried the sentinels.
The sergeant drew near to Planchet.
“What! without passports?” he murmured.
“Without passports,” said Planchet.