ces; when he
reached it he suddenly paused and said, "Your majesty will forgive me,
but, in order to effect this arrest, I should like written directions."

"For what purpose--and since when has the king's word been insufficient
for you?"

"Because the word of a king, when it springs from a feeling of anger,
may possibly change when the feeling changes."

"A truce to set phrases, monsieur; you have another thought besides
that?"

"Oh, I, at least, have certain thoughts and ideas, which, unfortunately,
others have not," D'Artagnan replied, impertinently.

The king, in the tempest of his wrath, hesitated, and drew back in the
face of D'Artagnan's frank courage, just as a horse crouches on his
haunches under the strong hand of a bold and experienced rider. "What is
your thought?" he exclaimed.

"This, sire," replied D'Artagnan: "you cause a man to be arrested when
you are still under his roof; and passion is alone the cause of that.
When your anger shall have passed away you will regret what you have
done; and then I wish to be in a position to show you your signature. If
that, however, should fail to be a reparation, it will at least show us
that the king is wrong to lose his temper."

"Wrong to lose his temper!" cried the king, in a loud, passionate voice.
"Did not my father, my grandfather too, before me, lose their temper at
times, in Heaven's name?"

"The king your father and the king your grandfather never lost their
temper except when under the protection of their own palace."

"The king is master wherever he may be."

"That is a flattering complimentary phrase which cannot proceed from any
one but M. Colbert: but it happens not to be the truth. The king is at
home in every man's house when he has driven its owner out of it."

The king bit his lips, but said nothing.

"Can it be possible?" said D'Artagnan; "here is a man who is positively
ruining himself in order to please you, and you wish to have him
arrested! Mordioux! Sire, if my name were Fouquet, and people treated me
in that manner, I would swallow at a single gulp all the fireworks and
other things, and I would set fire to them, and blow myself and
everybody else up to the sky. But it is all the same: it is your wish,
and it shall be done."

"Go," said the king; "but have you men enough?"

"Do you suppose I am going to take a whole host to help me? Arrest M.
Fouquet! why, that is so easy that a very child might do it! It is like
drinking a