“Oh! God forbid!”
“Then let us be as we used to be; let us be open with each other. You are surprised at what you see here?”
“Extremely.”
“But above all things, I am a marvel to you?”
“I confess it.”
“I am still young, am I not? Should you not have known me again, in spite of my eight-and-forty years of age?”
“On the contrary, I do not find you the same person at all.”
“I understand,” cried Athos, with a gentle blush. “Everything, D’Artagnan, even folly, has its limit.”
“Then your means, it appears, are improved; you have a capital house—your own, I presume? You have a park, and horses, servants.”
Athos smiled.