“Eh! monsieur, you have not understood me,” replied D’Artagnan, sure of carrying his point. “I was telling you that I, an old captain, formerly chief of the king’s guard, having precedence of the marechaux of France—I saw myself one day in the trenches with two other equals, the captain of the guards and the colonel commanding the Swiss. Now, at no price will I suffer that. I have old habits, and I will stand or fall by them.”
Colbert felt this blow, but he was prepared for it.
“I have been thinking of what you said just now,” replied he.
“About what, monsieur?”
“We were speaking of canals and marshes in which people are drowned.”
“Well!”
“Well! if they are drowned, it is for want of a boat, a plank, or a stick.”
“Of a stick, however short it may be,” said D’Artagnan.
“Exactly,” said Colbert. “And, therefore, I never heard of an instance of a marechal of France being drowned.”
D’Artagnan became very pale with joy, and in a not very firm voice, “People would be very proud of me in my country,” said he, “if I were a marechal of France; but a man must have commanded an expedition in chief to obtain the baton.”