“And when?” asked the guardsman, with the same jeering air.

“At once, if you please.”

“And you know who I am, without doubt?”

“I? I am completely ignorant; nor does it much disquiet me.”

“You’re in the wrong there; for if you knew my name, perhaps you would not be so pressing.”

“What is your name?”

“Bernajoux, at your service.”

“Well, then, M. Bernajoux,” said d’Artagnan, tranquilly, “I will wait for you at the door.”

“Go, Monsieur, I will follow you.”