“Ah! Planchet, it is very long and very hard to speak.”
“Do speak it, nevertheless.”
D’Artagnan twisted his mustache like a man embarrassed with the confidence he is about to make and mistrustful of his confidant.
“Is it an investment?” asked Planchet.
“Why, yes.”
“At good profit?”
“A capital profit,—four hundred per cent., Planchet.”
Planchet gave such a blow with his fist upon the table, that the bottles bounded as if they had been frightened.
“Good heavens! is that possible?”
“I think it will be more,” replied D’Artagnan coolly; “but I like to lay it at the lowest!”