“So ho, your house—was it your house they wanted to burn?”
“Pardieu! was it!”
“Is the cabaret of the Image-de-Notre-Dame yours, then?”
“It has been this week.”
“Well, then, are you the brave captain, are you the valiant blade who dispersed those who wished to burn the condemned?”
“My dear Monsieur Gourville, put yourself in my place. I was an agent of the public force and a landlord, too. As a captain, it is my duty to have the orders of the king accomplished. As a proprietor, it is to my interest my house should not be burnt. I have at the same time attended to the laws of interest and duty in replacing Messieurs Lyodot and D’Eymeris in the hands of the archers.”
“Then it was you who threw the man out of the window?”
“It was I, myself,” replied D’Artagnan, modestly
“And you who killed Menneville?”
“I had that misfortune,” said D’Artagnan, bowing like a man who is being congratulated.