“Richelieu,” thought D’Artagnan, “would have given me five hundred pistoles in advance.”
“You will then be at my service?” asked Mazarin.
“Yes, if my friends agree.”
“But if they refuse can I count on you?”
“I have never accomplished anything alone,” said D’Artagnan, shaking his head.
“Go, then, and find them.”
“What shall I say to them by way of inducement to serve your eminence?”
“You know them better than I. Adapt your promises to their respective characters.”
“What shall I promise?”
“That if they serve me as well as they served the queen my gratitude shall be magnificent.”