“How the devil do they venture so near the Hotel de Bouillon?”
Athos smiled, but did not reply.
Five minutes afterward they knocked at the prince’s door.
This door was guarded by a sentinel and there was also a guard placed in the courtyard, ready to obey the orders of the Prince de Conti’s lieutenant.
Monsieur de Bouillon had the gout, but notwithstanding his illness, which had prevented his mounting on horseback for the last month — -that is, since Paris had been besieged — he was ready to receive the Comte de la Fere and the Chevalier d’Herblay.
He was in bed, but surrounded with