“At Nantes!” cried D’Artagnan.

“In Bretagne.”

“Yes, sire, it is in Bretagne. Will you majesty make so long a journey as to Nantes?”

“The States are assembled there,” replied the king. “I have two demands to make of them: I wish to be there.”

“When shall I set out?” said the captain.

“This evening — to-morrow — to-morrow evening; for you must stand in need of rest.”

“I have rested, sire.”

“That is well.

Then between this and to-morrow evening, when you please.”