“Do not pity him; last year you seemed to interest yourself in him.”
“Yes, I did so.”
“Well, as your interest is all-powerful here, my lord, I have treated him since that time as a prisoner at fifteen francs.”
“The same as this one, then,” said Aramis, who had continued turning over the leaves, and who had stopped at one of the names which followed Martinier.
“Yes, the same as that one.”
“Is that Marchiali an Italian?” said Aramis, pointing with his finger to the name which had attracted his attention.
“Hush!” said Baisemeaux.
“Why hush?” said Aramis, involuntarily clenching his white hand.
“I thought I had already spoken to you about that Marchiali.”
“No, it is the first time I ever heard his name pronounced.”