“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, lowering his voice, “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.”