“Don’t be afraid, you idiot; there is nothing in hand but a party of pleasure.”
“Ah, like the charming journey the other day, when it rained bullets and produced a crop of steel traps!”
“Well, if you are really afraid, Monsieur Planchet,” resumed D’Artagnan, “I will go without you. I prefer traveling alone to having a companion who entertains the least fear.”
“Monsieur does me wrong,” said Planchet; “I thought he had seen me at work.”
“Yes, but I thought perhaps you had worn out all your courage the first time.”
“Monsieur shall see that upon occasion I have some left; only I beg Monsieur not to be too prodigal of it if he wishes it to last long.”
“Do you believe you have still a certain amount of it to expend this evening?”
“I hope so, monsieur.”
“Well, then, I count on you.”
“At the appointed hour I shall be ready; only I believed that Monsieur had but one horse in the Guard stables.”