“Let us see,” said Baisemeaux; “let us see.”
“Now drink your glass of muscat, dear Monsieur de Baisemeaux,” said Aramis. “What the devil! you look quite scared.”
“No, no; not the least in the world; oh, no.”
“Drink then.” Baisemeaux drank, but he swallowed the wrong way.
“Well,” resumed Aramis, “if, I say, you are not a member of a secret or mysterious society, which you like to call it—the epithet is of no consequence—if, I say, you are not a member of a society similar to that I wish to designate, well, then, you will not understand a word of what I am going to say. That is all.”
“Oh! be sure beforehand that I shall not understand anything.”
“Well, well!”
“Try, now; let us see!”
“That is what I am going to do.”
“If, on the contrary, you are one of the members of this society, you will immediately answer me—yes or no.”