But Raoul was launched on the sea of interrogatories, and did not stop.

Taking both hands of the comte, with warm, but respectful tenderness,--"How is it, monsieur," said he, "that you have set out upon a dangerous voyage without bidding me adieu, without commanding the aid of my sword, of myself, who ought to be your support, now I have the strength; whom you have brought up like a man?
Ah! monsieur, can you expose me to the cruel trial of never seeing you again ?" "Who told you, Raoul," said the comte, placing his cloak and hat in the hands of Grimaud, who had unbuckled his sword, "who told you that my voyage was a dangerous one ?" "I," said Grimaud.
"And why did you do so ?" said Athos, sternly.
Grimaud was embarrassed; Raoul came to his assistance, by answering for him.

"It is natural, monsieur, that our good Grimaud should tell me the truth in what concerns you.

By whom should you be loved an supported, if not by me ?" Athos did not reply.

He made a friendly motion to Grimaud, which sent him out of the room; he then seated himself in a _fauteuil_, whilst Raoul remained standing before him.
"But it is true," continued Raoul, "that your voyage was an expedition, and that steel and fire threatened you ?" "Say no more about that, vicomte," said Athos, mildly.