“Don’t let us disarrange your eminence. Be so good as to show us the way and we will follow you.”
Mazarin was by degrees recovering his senses.
“Have you been long in the orangery?” he asked in a trembling voice, remembering the visits he had been paying to his treasury.
Porthos opened his mouth to reply; D’Artagnan made him a sign, and his mouth, remaining silent, gradually closed.
“This moment come, my lord,” said D’Artagnan.
Mazarin breathed again. His fears were now no longer for his hoard, but for himself. A sort of smile played on his lips.
“Come,” he said, “you have me in a snare, gentlemen.