soldier all my life and I know the force of orders; but outside your orders there is a service you can render me.”
“I will do it with all my heart,” said Comminges; “for I know who you are and what service you once performed for her majesty; I know, too, how dear to you is the young man who came so valiantly to my aid when that old rogue of a Broussel was arrested.
I am entirely at your service, except only for my orders.”
“Thank you, sir; what I am about to ask will not compromise you in any degree.”
“If it should even compromise me a little,” said Monsieur de Comminges, with a smile, “still make your demand. I don’t like Mazarin any better