He crossed the court, ran up the two flights to Athoss apartment, and knocked at the door enough to break it down.
Grimaud came, rubbing his half-open eyes, to answer this noisy summons, and DArtagnan sprang with such violence into the room as nearly to overturn the astonished lackey.
In spite of his habitual silence, the poor lad this time found his speech.
Holloa, there! cried he; what do you want, you strumpet? Whats your business here, you hussy?
DArtagnan threw off his hood, and disengaged his hands from the folds of the cloak. At sight of the mustaches and the naked sword, the poor devil perceived he had to deal with a man. He then concluded it must be an assassin.
Help! murder! help! cried he.
Hold your tongue, you stupid fellow! said the young man; I am DArtagnan; dont
