Open the door, then, if you please, _hein!_" "Monsieur," persisted the old man, "do you believe, upon your soul and conscience, that your news is worth waking the king ?" "For God's sake, my dear monsieur, draw your bolts; you will not be sorry, I swear, for the trouble it will give you.

I am worth my weight in gold, _parole d'honneur!_" "Monsieur, I cannot open the door till you have told me your name." "Must I, then ?" "It is by the order of my master, monsieur." "Well, my name is--but, I warn you, my name will tell you absolutely nothing." "Never mind, tell it, notwithstanding." "Well, I am the Chevalier d'Artagnan." The voice uttered an exclamation.
"Oh! good heavens!" said a voice on the other side of the door.
"Monsieur d'Artagnan.

What happiness! I could not help thinking I knew that voice." "Humph!" said D'Artagnan.

"My voice is known here! That's flattering." "Oh! yes, we know it," said the old man, drawing the bolts; "and here is the proof." And at these words he let in D'Artagnan, who, by the light of the lantern he carried in his hand, recognized his obstinate interlocutor.
"Ah! _Mordioux!_" cried he: "why, it is Parry! I ought to have known that." "Parry, yes, my dear Monsieur d'Artagnan, it is I.What joy to see you once again!" "You are right there, what joy!" said D'Artagnan, pressing the old man's hand.

"There, now you'll go and inform the king, will you not ?" "But the king is asleep, my dear monsieur." "_Mordioux!_ then wake him.