Aramis was not mistaken; for it was indeed D'Artagnan who adopted that mode of announcing himself.
We have seen how he passed the night in philosophizing with M.Fouquet, but the musketeer was very weary even of feigning to fall asleep, and as soon as earliest dawn illumined with its gloomy gleams of light the sumptuous cornices of the superintendent's room, D'Artagnan rose from his armchair, arranged his sword, brushed his coat and hat with his sleeve, like a private soldier getting ready for inspection.
"Are you going out ?" said Fouquet.
"Yes, monseigneur.

And you ?" "I shall remain." "You pledge your word ?" "Certainly." "Very good.

Besides, my only reason for going out is to try and get that reply,--you know what I mean ?" "That sentence, you mean--" "Stay, I have something of the old Roman in me.

This morning, when I got up, I remarked that my sword had got caught in one of the _aiguillettes_, and that my shoulder-belt had slipped quite off.

That is an infallible sign." "Of prosperity ?" "Yes, be sure of it; for every time that that confounded belt of mine stuck fast to my back, it always signified a punishment from M.de Treville, or a refusal of money by M.de Mazarin.