He came back at half-past nine, and was told that the king was at breakfast.

"That will just suit me," said D'Artagnan.

"I will talk to the king while he is eating." M.de Brienne reminded D'Artagnan that the king would not see any one at meal-time.
"But," said D'Artagnan, looking askant at Brienne, "you do not know, perhaps, monsieur, that I have the privilege of _entree_ anywhere--and at any hour." Brienne took the captain's hand kindly, and said, "Not at Nantes, dear Monsieur d'Artagnan.

The king, in this journey, has changed everything." D'Artagnan, a little softened, asked about what o'clock the king would have finished his breakfast.
"We don't know." "Eh ?--don't know! What does that mean?
You don't know how much time the king devotes to eating?
It is generally an hour; and, if we admit that the air of the Loire gives an additional appetite, we will extend it to an hour and a half; that is enough, I think.

I will wait where I am." "Oh! dear Monsieur d'Artagnan, the order of the day is not to allow any person to remain in this corridor; I am on guard for that particular purpose." D'Artagnan felt his anger mounting to his brain a second time.