“Oh, no, your Excellency, he is not the devil,” replied the host, with a grin of contempt; “for during his fainting we rummaged his valise and found nothing but a clean shirt and eleven crowns—which however, did not prevent his saying, as he was fainting, that if such a thing had happened in Paris, you should have cause to repent of it at a later period.” “Then,” said the stranger coolly, “he must be some prince in disguise.” “I have told you this, good sir,” resumed the host, “in order that you may be on your guard.” “Did he name no one in his passion?” “Yes; he struck his pocket and said, ‘We shall see what Monsieur de Tréville will think of this insult offered to his _protégé_.’” “Monsieur de Tréville?” said the stranger, becoming attentive, “he put his hand upon his pocket while pronouncing the name of Monsieur de Tréville? Now, my dear host, while your young man was insensible, you did not fail, I am quite sure, to ascertain what that pocket contained. What was there in it?” “A letter addressed to Monsieur de Tréville, captain of the Musketeers.” “Indeed!” “Exactly as I have the honor to tell your Excellency.” The host, who was not endowed with great perspicacity, did not observe the expression which his words had given to the physiognomy of the stranger. The latter rose from the front of the window, upon the sill of which he had leaned with his elbow, and knitted his brow like a man disquieted. “The devil!” murmured he, between his teeth. “Can Tréville have set this Gascon upon me? He is very young; but a sword thrust is a sword thrust, whatever be the age of him who gives it, and a youth is less to be suspected than an older man,” and the stranger fell into a reverie which lasted some minutes. “A weak obstacle is sometimes sufficient to overthrow a great design. “Host,” said he, “could you not contrive to get rid of this frantic boy for me? In conscience, I cannot kill him; and yet,” added he, with a coldly menacing expression, “he annoys me. Where is he?” “In my wife’s chamber, on the first flight, where they are dressing his wounds.” “His things and his bag are with him? Has he taken off his doublet?” “On the contrary, everything is in the kitchen. But if he annoys you, this young fool—” “To be sure he does. He causes a disturbance in your hostelry, which respectable people cannot put up with. Go; make out my bill and notify my servant.” “What, monsieur, will you leave us so soon?” “You know that very well, as I gave my order to saddle my horse. Have they not obeyed me?” “It is done; as your Excellency may have observed, your horse is in the great gateway, ready saddled for your departure.” “That is well; do as I have directed you, then.” “What the devil!” said the host to himself. “Can he be afraid of this boy?” But an imperious glance from the stranger stopped him short; he bowed humbly and retired.