“But, God forgive me!” cried Anne, with that disdainful curl of the lips peculiar to her, “I believe that you are yourself interrogating.”
“Yes, madame, here I have a right to do so, for it concerns Monsieur d’Artagnan — -d’Artagnan,” he repeated, in such a manner as to bow the regal brow with recollections of the weak and erring woman.
The cardinal saw that it was now high time to come to the assistance of Anne.
“Sir,” he said, “I can tell you what is at present unknown to her majesty. These individuals are under arrest. They disobeyed orders.”
“I beg of your majesty, then,” said Athos, calmly and not replying to