“Well, it is impossible but that Master Aramis, that keen-scented bloodhound, and Athos, that wise and prudent nobleman, will discover our retreat. Then, believe me, it will be time to act.”
“Yes, we will wait. We can wait the more contentedly, that it is not absolutely bad here, but for one thing, at least.”
“What is that?”
“Did you observe, D’Artagnan, that three days running they have brought us braised mutton?”
“No; but if it occurs a fourth time I shall complain of it, so never mind.”
“And then I feel the loss of my house, ’tis a long time since I visited my castles.”
“Forget them for a time; we shall return to them, unless Mazarin razes them to the ground.”
“Do you think that likely?”
“No, the other cardinal would have done so, but this one is too mean a fellow to risk it.”
“You reconcile me, D’Artagnan.”