“Well, what matters all that to us?” said D’Artagnan. “This is one of those attempts that happen every day.”
“Are you sure that we are not its objects?”
“We? Why?”
“Just remember what they said. ‘I have seen his servant,’ said one, and that applies very well to me.”
“Well?”
“‘He must certainly be at Noisy, or be coming there this evening,’ said the other; and that applies very well to you.”
“What else?”
“Then the prince said: ‘Take notice that in all probability he will be disguised as a cavalier;’ which seems to me to leave no room for doubt, since you are dressed as a cavalier and not as an officer of musketeers. Now then, what do you say to that?”
“Alas! my dear Planchet,” said D’Artagnan, sighing, “we are unfortunately no longer in those times in which princes would care to assassinate me. Those were good old days; never fear—these people owe us no grudge.”
“Is your honor sure?”