"Do not interrogate me."
"On the contrary. What do you want with me?"
"Nothing more than the pleasure of your society."
"Come into the garden, then," said the surintendant suddenly, "or into the park."
"No," replied the musketeer hastily, "no."
"Why?"
"The fresh air—"
"Come, admit at once that you arrest me," said the surintendant to the captain.
"Never!" said the latter.
"You intend to look after me, then?"