his saddle, in order that he might appraise the immense crowd, “there are a lot of them.”
“I think I should like the other fellow better than this one,” said Mazarin to himself, and he threw himself back in his carriage.
The queen and her minister, more especially the latter, had reason to feel anxious. The crowd, whilst preserving an appearance of respect and even of affection for the king and queen regent, began to be tumultuous. Reports were whispered about, like certain sounds which announce, as they whistle from wave to wave, the coming storm — and when they pass athwart a multitude, presage an emeute.
D’Artagnan turned toward the musketeers and made a sign imperceptible to the crowd, but very