“I don’t doubt it. The ‘Baroness Porthos’ will sound particularly charming.”
And the two friends began to laugh.
“So,” D’Artagnan resumed, “you will not become a partisan of Mazarin’s?”
“Nor you of the Prince de Condé?”
“No, let us belong to no party, but remain friends; let us be neither Cardinalists nor Frondists.”
“Adieu, then.” And D’Artagnan poured out a glass of wine.
“To old times,” he said.
“Yes,” returned Aramis. “Unhappily, those times are past.”
“Nonsense! They will return,” said D’Artagnan. “At all events, if you want me, remember the Rue Tiquetonne, Hotel de la Chevrette.”
“And I shall be at the convent of Jesuits; from six in the morning to eight at night come by the door. From eight in the evening until six in the morning come in by the window.”