But M.de la Tremouille--already prejudiced by his esquire, whose relative, as we already know, Bernajoux was--replied that it was neither for M.de Treville nor the Musketeers to complain, but, on the contrary, for him, whose people the Musketeers had assaulted and whose hotel they had endeavored to burn.

Now, as the debate between these two nobles might last a long time, each becoming, naturally, more firm in his own opinion, M.de Treville thought of an expedient which might terminate it quietly.

This was to go himself to M.de la Tremouille.
He repaired, therefore, immediately to his hotel, and caused himself to be announced.
The two nobles saluted each other politely, for if no friendship existed between them, there was at least esteem.

Both were men of courage and honor; and as M.de la Tremouille--a Protestant, and seeing the king seldom--was of no party, he did not, in general, carry any bias into his social relations.

This time, however, his address, although polite, was cooler than usual.
"Monsieur," said M.de Treville, "we fancy that we have each cause to complain of the other, and I am come to endeavor to clear up this affair." "I have no objection," replied M.de la Tremouille, "but I warn you that I am well informed, and all the fault is with your Musketeers." "You are too just and reasonable a man, monsieur!" said Treville, "not to accept the proposal I am about to make to you." "Make it, monsieur, I listen." "How is Monsieur Bernajoux, your esquire's relative ?" "Why, monsieur, very ill indeed! In addition to the sword thrust in his arm, which is not dangerous, he has received another right through his lungs, of which the doctor says bad things." "But has the wounded man retained his senses ?" "Perfectly." "Does he talk ?" "With difficulty, but he can speak." "Well, monsieur, let us go to him.