"A letter, monsieur," said he, "for M.d'Artagnan." "Thank you; give it me," cried the musketeer.
"The handwriting of monsieur le comte," said Raoul.
"Yes, yes." And D'Artagnan broke the seal.
"Dear friend," said Athos, "a person has just been here to beg me to seek for you, on the part of the king." "Seek me!" said D'Artagnan, letting the paper fall upon the table.

Raoul picked it up, and continued to read aloud:-- "Make haste.

His majesty is very anxious to speak to you, and expects you at the Louvre." "Expects me ?" again repeated the musketeer.
"He, he, he!" laughed Raoul.
"Oh, oh!" replied D'Artagnan.

"What the devil can this mean ?".