“Yes.”
“I did not believe a bishop’s exercises were so severe.”
“A bishop, my friend, must sacrifice more to appearance than a simple cleric.”
“Mordioux! Aramis, that is a word which reconciles me with your greatness. To appearances! That is a musketeer’s word, in good truth! Vivent les apparences, Aramis!”
“Instead of felicitating me upon it, pardon me, D’Artagnan. It is a very mundane word which I had allowed to escape me.”
“Must I leave you, then?”
“I want time to collect my thoughts, my friend, and for my usual prayers.”
“Well, I leave you to them; but on account of that poor pagan, D’Artagnan, abridge them for once, I beg; I thirst for speech with you.”
“Well, D’Artagnan, I promise you that within an hour and a half——”
“An hour and a half of devotions! Eh! my friend, be as reasonable with me as you can. Let me have the best bargain possible.”