“Without doubt. Saint-Patern, you see, passes for having been the first bishop of Vannes. It is true that Aramis pretends he was not. But he is so learned that that may be only a paro—a para—”
“A paradox,” said D’Artagnan.
“Precisely; thank you! my tongue trips, I am so hot.”
“My friend,” said D’Artagnan, “continue your interesting description, I beg. What is that large white building with many windows?”
“Oh! that is the college of the Jesuits. Pardieu! you have an apt hand. Do you see, close to the college, a large house with steeples, turrets, built in a handsome Gothic style, as that fool, M. Getard, says?”
“Yes, that is plainly to be seen. Well?”
“Well, that is where Aramis resides.”
“What! does he not reside at the episcopal palace?”
“No; that is in ruins. The palace likewise is in the city, and Aramis prefers the faubourgs. That is why, as I told you, he is partial to Saint-Patern; Saint-Patern is in the faubourg. Besides, there are in this faubourg a mall, a tennis-court, and a house of Dominicans. Look, that where the handsome steeple rises to the heavens.”
“Well?”