“Presented by me,” replied D’Artagnan, “you have nothing to fear, even though you were what you are not.”
“Ah! ‘tis because—”
“What? Have you anything against Percerin, Porthos?”
“I think that I once sent Mouston to a fellow of that name.”
“And then?”
“The fellow refused to supply me.”
“Oh, a misunderstanding, no doubt, which it will be now exceedingly easy to set right. Mouston must have made a mistake.”
“Perhaps.”
“He has confused the names.”
“Possibly. That rascal Mouston never can remember names.”