She was trembling with emotion.
"Louise!" "The King!" "Ah, my God, mademoiselle." "Ah, my God, sire." But a low knock at the door interrupted the lovers.

The King uttered a cry of rage; Louise one of despair.
The door opened and D'Artagnan entered.
"Good evening, sire," said the musketeer.
The King touched a bell.

Porthos appeared in the doorway.
"Good evening, sire." "Arrest M.D'Artagnan." Porthos looked at D'Artagnan, and did not move.
The King almost turned purple with rage.

He again touched the bell.
Athos entered.
"Count, arrest Porthos and D'Artagnan." The Count de la Fere glanced at Porthos and D'Artagnan, and smiled sweetly.
"Sacre! Where is Aramis ?" said the King, violently.
"Here, sire," and Aramis entered.
"Arrest Athos, Porthos, and D'Artagnan." Aramis bowed and folded his arms.
"Arrest yourself!" Aramis did not move.
The King shuddered and turned pale.

"Am I not King of France ?" "Assuredly, sire, but we are also severally, Porthos, Aramis, D'Artagnan, and Athos." "Ah!" said the King.
"Yes, sire." "What does this mean ?" "It means, your Majesty," said Aramis, stepping forward, "that your conduct as a married man is highly improper.