“I must make you acquainted with the whole. Listen to me,” continued Aramis; and he related the history as we know it. Athos, during the recital, several times felt the sweat break from his forehead. “It was a great idea,” said he, “but a great error.”
“For which I am punished, Athos.”
“Therefore, I will not tell you my entire thought.”
“Tell it, nevertheless.”
“It is a crime.”
“A capital crime; I know it is. Lese majeste.”
“Porthos! poor Porthos!”
“What would you advise me to do? Success, as I have told you, was certain.”
“M. Fouquet is an honest man.”
“And I a fool for having so ill-judged him,” said Aramis. “Oh, the wisdom of man! Oh, millstone that grinds the world! and which is one day stopped by a grain of sand which has fallen, no one knows how, between its wheels.”