“How, sir!” she cried, as D’Artagnan finished, “you dare to tell me the details of your crime — to give me an account of your treason!”
“Pardon, madame, but I think that either I have expressed myself badly or your majesty has imperfectly understood me.
There is here no question of crime or treason. Monsieur de Mazarin held us in prison, Monsieur du Vallon and myself, because we could not believe that he had sent us to England to quietly look on while they cut off the head of Charles I., brother-in-law of the late king, your husband, the consort of Madame Henrietta, your sister and your guest, and because we did all that we could do to save the life of the royal martyr. We were then convinced, my friend and I, that there was