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He
pushed
through
the
crowd
,
approached
Athos
,
still
insensible
,
and
as
all
this
noise
and
commotion
inconvenienced
him
greatly
,
he
required
,
as
the
first
and
most
urgent
thing
,
that
the
Musketeer
should
be
carried
into
an
adjoining
chamber
.
Immediately
M.
de
Treville
opened
and
pointed
the
way
to
Porthos
and
Aramis
,
who
bore
their
comrade
in
their
arms
.
Behind
this
group
walked
the
surgeon
;
and
behind
the
surgeon
the
door
closed
.
The
cabinet
of
M.
de
Treville
,
generally
held
so
sacred
,
became
in
an
instant
the
annex
of
the
antechamber
.
Everyone
spoke
,
harangued
,
and
vociferated
,
swearing
,
cursing
,
and
consigning
the
cardinal
and
his
Guards
to
all
the
devils
.
An
instant
after
,
Porthos
and
Aramis
re-entered
,
the
surgeon
and
M.
de
Treville
alone
remaining
with
the
wounded
.
At
length
,
M.
de
Treville
himself
returned
.
The
injured
man
had
recovered
his
senses
.
The
surgeon
declared
that
the
situation
of
the
Musketeer
had
nothing
in
it
to
render
his
friends
uneasy
,
his
weakness
having
been
purely
and
simply
caused
by
loss
of
blood
.
Then
M.
de
Treville
made
a
sign
with
his
hand
,
and
all
retired
except
d'Artagnan
,
who
did
not
forget
that
he
had
an
audience
,
and
with
the
tenacity
of
a
Gascon
remained
in
his
place
.
When
all
had
gone
out
and
the
door
was
closed
,
M.
de
Treville
,
on
turning
round
,
found
himself
alone
with
the
young
man
.
The
event
which
had
occurred
had
in
some
degree
broken
the
thread
of
his
ideas
.
He
inquired
what
was
the
will
of
his
persevering
visitor
.
d'Artagnan
then
repeated
his
name
,
and
in
an
instant
recovering
all
his
remembrances
of
the
present
and
the
past
,
M.
de
Treville
grasped
the
situation
.
"
Pardon
me
,
"
said
he
,
smiling
,
"
pardon
me
my
dear
compatriot
,
but
I
had
wholly
forgotten
you
.
But
what
help
is
there
for
it
!
A
captain
is
nothing
but
a
father
of
a
family
,
charged
with
even
a
greater
responsibility
than
the
father
of
an
ordinary
family
.
Soldiers
are
big
children
;
but
as
I
maintain
that
the
orders
of
the
king
,
and
more
particularly
the
orders
of
the
cardinal
,
should
be
executed
--
"
D'Artagnan
could
not
restrain
a
smile
.
By
this
smile
M.
de
Treville
judged
that
he
had
not
to
deal
with
a
fool
,
and
changing
the
conversation
,
came
straight
to
the
point
.
"
I
respected
your
father
very
much
,
"
said
he
.
"
What
can
I
do
for
the
son
?
Tell
me
quickly
;
my
time
is
not
my
own
.
"
