Raoul, in utter consternation, on account of his knowledge of the count’s frankness as well as his diplomacy, remained plunged in dull and gloomy stupor. “Will you not go with me to my lodgings?” said Athos. “I beg your pardon, monsieur; I will follow you,” he stammered out, following Athos down the staircase. “Since I am here,” said Athos, suddenly, “cannot I see M. d’Artagnan?” “Shall I show you his apartments?” said De Bragelonne. “Do so.” “They are on the opposite staircase.” They altered their course, but on reaching the landing of the grand staircase, Raoul perceived a servant in the Comte de Guiche’s livery, who ran towards him as soon as he heard his voice. “What is it?” said Raoul. “This note, monsieur. My master heard of your return and wrote to you without delay; I have been looking for you for the last half-hour.” Raoul approached Athos as he unsealed the letter, saying, “With your permission, monsieur.” “Certainly.” “Dear Raoul,” wrote the Comte de Guiche, “I have an affair in hand which requires immediate attention; I know you have returned; come to me as soon as possible.” Hardly had he finished reading it, when a servant in the livery of the Duke of Buckingham, turning out of the gallery, recognized Raoul, and approached him respectfully, saying, “From his Grace, monsieur.” “Well, Raoul, as I see you are already as busy as a general of an army, I shall leave you, and will find M. d’Artagnan myself.” “You will excuse me, I trust,” said Raoul. “Yes, yes, I excuse you; adieu, Raoul; you will find me at my apartments until to-morrow; during the day I may set out for Blois, unless I have orders to the contrary.” “I shall present my respects to you to-morrow, monsieur.” As soon as Athos had left, Raoul opened Buckingham’s letter. “Monsieur de Bragelonne,” it ran, “You are, of all the Frenchmen I have known, the one with whom I am most pleased; I am about to put your friendship to the proof. I have received a certain message, written in very good French. As I am an Englishman, I am afraid of not comprehending it very clearly. The letter has a good name attached to it, and that is all I can tell you. Will you be good enough to come and see me? for I am told you have arrived from Blois. “Your devoted “VILLIERS, Duke of Buckingham.” “I am going now to see your master,” said Raoul to De Guiche’s servant, as he dismissed him; “and I shall be with the Duke of Buckingham in an hour,” he added, dismissing with these words the duke’s messenger. Chapter XIX. Sword-Thrusts in the Water.