"Monsieur d'Artagnan," cried the latter; "give way, give way!"
"To the captain, to the captain!" cried they, in their turn.
"Here!" cried the steward, "here!" whilst the groom ran to a neighboring building.
"Take care of your horses!" cried D'Artagnan to him.
"One red rose is all I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose!
"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all.
"She's gone where her sins will be judged," cried
the other women, like a choir at a funeral.
"O thou dastard heart!" cried Will Stutely, gnashing his teeth at the Sheriff.
"Now, stand back!" cried the Sheriff in a mighty voice, for the crowd pressed around on all sides.
"I shall see justice," cried Norbury, Sir Oliver's silent attendant.
"En avant, then!" cried Tranter shortly, and the whole assembly flocked out into the open air, save only those whom the special orders of their masters held to their posts.
"Speak, John Carter, Prince of Helium," cried
a great noble from the audience, and the multitude echoed his permission, until the building rocked with the noise of their demonstration.
"It is not Madame Bonacieux about whom I am anxious," cried
D'Artagnan, "but the queen, whom the king abandons, whom the cardinal persecutes, and who sees the heads of all her friends fall, one after the other."
"Let us go in search of him then!" cried
"O Peter," she cried
, "if she would only stand still and let me see her!"