Thank you; be easy.
D’Artagnan translated this for the others.
Athos took the letter from the hands of D’Artagnan, approached the lamp, set fire to the paper, and did not let go till it was reduced to a cinder.
Then, calling Planchet, he said, “Now, my lad, you may claim your seven hundred livres, but you did not run much risk with such a note as that.”
“I am not to blame for having tried every means to compress it,” said Planchet.
“Well!” cried D’Artagnan, “tell us all about it.”
“Dame, that’s a long job, monsieur.”
“You are right, Planchet,” said Athos; “besides, the tattoo has been sounded, and we should be observed if we kept a light burning much longer than the others.”
“So be it,” said D’Artagnan. “Go to bed, Planchet, and sleep soundly.”
“My faith, monsieur! that will be the first time I have done so for sixteen days.”