“And M. de Beaufort—is he still in prison?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Oh, nothing, but that he might get me out of this, if he were favorably inclined to me.”
“You are probably nearer freedom than he is, so it will be your business to get him out.”
“And,” said the prisoner, “what talk is there of war with Spain?”
“With Spain, no,” answered D’Artagnan; “but Paris.”
“What do you mean?” cried Rochefort.
“Do you hear the guns, pray? The citizens are amusing themselves in the meantime.”
“And you—do you really think that anything could be done with these bourgeois?”
“Yes, they might do well if they had any leader to unite them in one body.”