“Perfectly,” said Athos, taking leave of him with affability.
“Monsieur le Comte de la Fere, whose nom de guerre was Athos,” whispered D’Artagnan to Baisemeaux.
“Yes, yes, a brave man, one of the celebrated four.”
“Precisely so. But, my dear Baisemeaux, shall we talk now?”
“If you please.”
“In the first place, as for the orders—there are none. The king does not intend to arrest the person in question.”
“So much the worse,” said Baisemeaux with a sigh.
“What do you mean by so much the worse?” exclaimed D’Artagnan, laughing.
“No doubt of it,” returned the governor, “my prisoners are my income.”
“I beg your pardon, I did not see it in that light.”