“Ask these gentlemen,” interrupted the governor, “what was their purpose in coming to Saint-Marguerite?”
“They came from learning there was a convent of Benedictines at Sainte-Honnorat which is considered curious; and from being told there was excellent shooting in the island.”
“That is quite at their service, as well as yours,” replied Saint-Mars.
D’Artagnan politely thanked him.
“When will they depart?” added the governor.
“To-morrow,” replied D’Artagnan.
M. de Saint-Mars went to make his rounds, and left D’Artagnan alone with the pretended Spaniards.
“Oh!” exclaimed the musketeer, “here is a life and a society that suits me very little. I command this man, and he bores me, mordioux! Come, let us have a shot or two at the rabbits; the walk will be beautiful, and not fatiguing. The whole island is but a league and a half in length, with the breadth of a league; a real park. Let us try to amuse ourselves.”
“As you please, D’Artagnan; not for the sake of amusing ourselves, but to gain an opportunity for talking freely.”
D’Artagnan made a sign to a soldier, who brought the gentlemen some guns, and then returned to the fort.