They are waiting their turn." "Bah! Have the comedians of the Hotel de Bourgogne shifted their quarters ?" "No; their turn to obtain an entrance to M.Percerin's house." "And we are going to wait too ?" "Oh, we shall show ourselves prompter and not so proud." "What are we to do, then ?" "Get down, pass through the footmen and lackeys, and enter the tailor's house, which I will answer for our doing, if you go first." "Come along, then," said Porthos.
They accordingly alighted and made their way on foot towards the establishment.

The cause of the confusion was that M.Percerin's doors were closed, while a servant, standing before them, was explaining to the illustrious customers of the illustrious tailor that just then M.
Percerin could not receive anybody.

It was bruited about outside still, on the authority of what the great lackey had told some great noble whom he favored, in confidence, that M.Percerin was engaged on five costumes for the king, and that, owing to the urgency of the case, he was meditating in his office on the ornaments, colors, and cut of these five suits.

Some, contented with this reason, went away again, contented to repeat the tale to others, but others, more tenacious, insisted on having the doors opened, and among these last three Blue Ribbons, intended to take parts in a ballet, which would inevitably fail unless the said three had their costumes shaped by the very hand of the great Percerin himself.

D'Artagnan, pushing on Porthos, who scattered the groups of people right and left, succeeded in gaining the counter, behind which the journeyman tailors were doing their best to answer queries.