“It will be to-morrow, to-morrow you shall receive it from my own hands. Will you have gold or silver?”
“Gold; that is most convenient. But how are we going to arrange this? Let us see.”
“Oh, good Lord! in the simplest way possible. You shall give me a receipt, that is all.”
“No, no,” said D’Artagnan, warmly; “we must preserve order in all things.”
“That is likewise my opinion; but with you, M. d’Artagnan——”
“And if I should die yonder—if I should be killed by a musket-ball—if I should burst from drinking beer?”
“Monsieur, I beg you to believe that in that case I should be so much afflicted at your death, that I should not think about the money.”
“Thank you, Planchet; but no matter. We shall, like two lawyers’ clerks, draw up together an agreement, a sort of act, which may be called a deed of company.”
“Willingly, monsieur.”
“I know it is difficult to draw such a thing up, but we can try.”