"`Poor little seed of a king! I will pick you up and cast
you into good ground.'"

"Good God!" said Planchet, looking earnestly at his old
master, as if in doubt as to the state of his reason.

"Well, what is it?" said D'Artagnan; "who hurts you?"

"Me! nothing, monsieur."

"You said, `Good God!'"

"Did I?"

"I am sure you did. Can you already understand?"

"I confess, M. d'Artagnan, that I am afraid ---- "

"To understand?"

"Yes."

"To understand that I wish to replace upon his throne this
King Charles II., who has no throne? Is that it?"

Planchet made a prodigious bound in his chair. "Ah, ah!"
said he, in evident terror, "that is what you call a
restoration!"

"Yes, Planchet; is it not the proper term for it?"