“You have said nothing to his vanity, when shall I be a knight of the king’s orders?”
“Does that interest you?”
“Why, yes, sire. My friend Athos is quite covered with orders, and that dazzles me.”
“You shall be a knight of my order a month after you have taken your commission of captain.”
“Ah! ah!” said the officer, thoughtfully, “after the expedition.”
“Precisely.”
“Where is your majesty going to send me?”
“Are you acquainted with Bretagne?”
“Have you any friends there?”
“In Bretagne? No, ma foi!”