At the end of a few seconds, the general made a gesture with his hand and head in sign of attention.
"My lord," said the gentleman, in excellent English, "I have requested an interview with your honor, for an affair of importance." "Monsieur," replied Monk, in French, "you speak our language well for a son of the continent.

I ask your pardon--for doubtless the question is indiscreet--do you speak French with the same purity ?" "There is nothing surprising, my lord, in my speaking English tolerably; I resided for some time in England in my youth, and since then I have made two voyages to this country." These words were spoken in French, and with a purity of accent that bespoke not only a Frenchman, but a Frenchman from the vicinity of Tours.
"And what part of England have you resided in, monsieur ?" "In my youth, London, my lord; then, about 1635, I made a pleasure trip to Scotland; and lastly, in 1648, I lived for some time at Newcastle, particularly in the convent, the gardens of which are now occupied by your army." "Excuse me, monsieur; but you must comprehend that these questions are necessary on my part--do you not ?" "It would astonish me, my lord, if they were not asked." "Now, then, monsieur, what can I do to serve you?
What do you wish ?" "This, my lord;--but, in the first place, are we alone ?" "Perfectly so, monsieur, except, of course, the post which guards us." So saying, Monk pulled open the canvas with his hand, and pointed to the soldier placed at ten paces from the tent, and who, at the first call, could have rendered assistance in a second.
"In that case, my lord," said the gentleman, in as calm a tone as if he had been for a length of time in habits of intimacy with his interlocutor, "I have made up my mind to address myself to you, because I believe you to be an honest man.

Indeed, the communication I am about to make to you will prove to you the esteem in which I hold you." Monk, astonished at this language, which established between him and the French gentleman equality at least, raised his piercing eye to the stranger's face, and with a sensible irony conveyed by the inflection of his voice alone, for not a muscle of his face moved,--"I thank you, monsieur," said he; "but, in the first place, to whom have I the honor of speaking ?" "I sent you my name by your sergeant, my lord." "Excuse him, monsieur, he is a Scotsman,--he could not retain it." "I am called the Comte de la Fere, monsieur," said Athos, bowing.
"The Comte de la Fere ?" said Monk, endeavoring to recollect the name.
"Pardon me, monsieur, but this appears to be the first time I have ever heard that name.

Do you fill any post at the court of France ?" "None; I am a simple gentleman." "What dignity ?" "King Charles I.made me a knight of the Garter, and Queen Anne of Austria has given me the cordon of the Holy Ghost.

These are my only dignities." "The Garter! the Holy Ghost! Are you a knight of those two orders, monsieur ?" "Yes." "And on what occasions have such favors been bestowed upon you ?" "For services rendered to their majesties." Monk looked with astonishment at this man, who appeared to him so simple and so great at the same time.