“I thought we had agreed not to get on horseback before eight.”
“Possibly; but I had so great a wish to see you, that I said to myself, the sooner the better.”
“And my seven hours, sleep!” said Aramis: “Take care; I had reckoned upon them, and what I lose of them I must make up.”
“But it seems to me that, formerly, you were less of a sleeper than that, dear friend; your blood was alive, and you were never to be found in bed.”
“And it is exactly on account of what you tell me that I am so fond of being there now.”
“Then you confess that it is not for the sake of sleeping that you have put me off till eight o’clock.”
“I have been afraid you would laugh at me, if I told you the truth.”
“Tell me, notwithstanding.”
“Well, from six to eight, I am accustomed to perform my devotions.”
“Your devotions?”