“You have never borne one so dangerous,” replied D’Artagnan, in a tone of sadness. “I have something like a sinister idea that all who are concerned with this secret will die, and die unhappily.”
“The will of God be done!” said Athos, “but here is your governor.”
D’Artagnan and his friends immediately resumed their parts. The governor, suspicious and hard, behaved towards D’Artagnan with a politeness almost amounting to obsequiousness. With respect to the travelers, he contented himself with offering good cheer, and never taking his eye from them. Athos and Raoul observed that he often tried to embarrass them by sudden attacks, or to catch them off their guard; but neither the one nor the other gave him the least advantage. What D’Artagnan had said was probable, if the governor did not believe it to be quite true. They rose from the table to repose awhile.
“What is this man’s name? I don’t like the looks of him,” said Athos to D’Artagnan in Spanish.
“De Saint-Mars,” replied the captain.
“He is, then, I suppose, the prince’s jailer?”
“Eh! how can I tell? I may be kept at Sainte-Marguerite forever.”
“Oh! no, not you!”
“My friend, I am in the situation of a man who finds a treasure in the midst of a desert. He would like to carry it away, but he cannot; he would like to leave it, but he dares not. The king will not dare to recall me, for no one else would serve him as faithfully as I do; he regrets not having me near him, from being aware that no one would be of so much service near his person as myself. But it will happen as it may please God.”
“But,” observed Raoul, “your not being certain proves that your situation here is provisional, and you will return to Paris?”