Raoul was occupied in making him describe the voyage to England, and Grimaud had related it in all its details, with a limited number of gestures and eight words, neither more nor less.

He had, at first, indicated by an undulating movement of his hand, that his master and he had crossed the sea.

"Upon some expedition ?" Raoul had asked.
Grimaud by bending down his head had answered, "Yes." "When monsieur le comte incurred much danger ?" asked Raoul.
"Neither too much nor too little," was replied by a shrug of the shoulders.
"But still, what sort of danger ?" insisted Raoul.
Grimaud pointed to the sword; he pointed to the fire and to a musket that was hanging on the wall.
"Monsieur le comte had an enemy there, then ?" cried Raoul.
"Monk," replied Grimaud.
"It is strange," continued Raoul, "that monsieur le comte persists in considering me a novice, and not allowing me to partake the honor and danger of his adventure." Grimaud smiled.

It was at this moment Athos came in.

The host was lighting him up the stairs, and Grimaud, recognizing the step of his master, hastened to meet him, which cut short the conversation.