I have the pleasure of bidding you good-bye! Farewell, castle, corridor, ante-chamber! a _bourgeois_, about to breathe at liberty, takes his farewell of you." And without waiting longer, the captain sprang from the terrace down the staircase, where he had picked up the fragments of Gourville's letter.
Five minutes after, he was at the hostelry, where, according to the custom of all great officers who have lodgings at the castle, he had taken what was called his city-chamber.

But when he arrived there, instead of throwing off his sword and cloak, he took his pistols, put his money into a large leather purse, sent for his horses from the castle-stables, and gave orders that would ensure their reaching Vannes during the night.

Everything went on according to his wishes.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he was putting his foot in the stirrup, when M.de Gesvres appeared, at the head of twelve guards, in front of the hostelry.

D'Artagnan saw all from the corner of his eye; he could not fail seeing thirteen men and thirteen horses.