Aramis began to laugh.
“Still agreeable, still young, still gay,” said he. “You have come into my diocese to set me quarrelling with grace.”
“Bah!”
“And you know well that I was never able to resist your seductions; you will cost me my salvation, D’Artagnan.”
D’Artagnan bit his lips.
“Well,” said he, “I will take the sin on my own head, favor me with one simple Christian sign of the cross, favor me with one pater, and we will part.”
“Hush!” said Aramis, “we are already no longer alone, I hear strangers coming up.”
“Well, dismiss them.”
“Impossible, I made an appointment with them yesterday; it is the principal of the college of the Jesuits, and the superior of the Dominicans.”
“Your staff? Well, so be it.”