D’Artagnan went straight to M. de Tréville’s. He had reflected that in a few minutes the cardinal would be warned by this cursed stranger, who appeared to be his agent, and he judged, with reason, he had not a moment to lose. The heart of the young man overflowed with joy. An opportunity presented itself to him in which there would be at the same time glory to be acquired, and money to be gained; and as a far higher encouragement, it brought him into close intimacy with a woman he adored. This chance did, then, for him at once more than he would have dared to ask of Providence. M. de Tréville was in his saloon with his habitual court of gentlemen. D’Artagnan, who was known as a familiar of the house, went straight to his office, and sent word that he wished to see him on something of importance. D’Artagnan had been there scarcely five minutes when M. de Tréville entered. At the first glance, and by the joy which was painted on his countenance, the worthy captain plainly perceived that something new was on foot. All the way along D’Artagnan had been consulting with himself whether he should place confidence in M. de Tréville, or whether he should only ask him to give him _carte blanche_ for some secret affair. But M. de Tréville had always been so thoroughly his friend, had always been so devoted to the king and queen, and hated the cardinal so cordially, that the young man resolved to tell him everything. “Did you ask for me, my good friend?” said M. de Tréville. “Yes, monsieur,” said D’Artagnan, lowering his voice, “and you will pardon me, I hope, for having disturbed you when you know the importance of my business.” “Speak, then, I am all attention.” “It concerns nothing less,” said D’Artagnan, “than the honor, perhaps the life of the queen.” “What did you say?” asked M. de Tréville, glancing round to see if they were surely alone, and then fixing his questioning look upon D’Artagnan. “I say, monsieur, that chance has rendered me master of a secret—” “Which you will guard, I hope, young man, as your life.” “But which I must impart to you, monsieur, for you alone can assist me in the mission I have just received from her Majesty.” “Is this secret your own?” “No, monsieur; it is her Majesty’s.” “Are you authorized by her Majesty to communicate it to me?” “No, monsieur, for, on the contrary, I am desired to preserve the profoundest mystery.” “Why, then, are you about to betray it to me?” “Because, as I said, without you I can do nothing; and I am afraid you will refuse me the favor I come to ask if you do not know to what end I ask it.” “Keep your secret, young man, and tell me what you wish.” “I wish you to obtain for me, from Monsieur Dessessart, leave of absence for fifteen days.” “When?” “This very night.” “You leave Paris?” “I am going on a mission.” “May you tell me whither?” “To London.” “Has anyone an interest in preventing your arrival there?”