At this time Athos came up to D’Artagnan.
“What do you mean to do with that purse?” whispered he.
“Why, I meant to pass it over to you, my dear Athos.”
“Me! why to me?”
“Why, you killed him! They are the spoils of victory.”
“I, the heir of an enemy!” said Athos; “for whom, then, do you take me?”
“It is the custom in war,” said D’Artagnan, “why should it not be the custom in a duel?”
“Even on the field of battle, I have never done that.”
Porthos shrugged his shoulders; Aramis by a movement of his lips endorsed Athos.
“Then,” said D’Artagnan, “let us give the money to the lackeys, as Lord de Winter desired us to do.”