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Tréville’s courage, which was greatest when the blows fell like hail, had hoisted him to the top of the ladder of Court Favor, a stairway he’d vaulted four steps at a time.
one of those grand staircases so vast that modern civilization would fill the space with an entire house,
How do I know His Eminence hasn’t charged you with bringing him my head? I’m ridiculously partial to my head, as it seems to go so well with my shoulders.
Vain and indiscreet, one could see through him as easily as through crystal. The only way one could be misled about him would be to believe what he said of himself.
“And then I thought that, as you owe me three months’ rent, which I’ve never mentioned . . .” “Yes, yes, you’ve already given me that reason, and I think it’s an excellent one.”
Athos shook his head. “I can see how the spy was taken in by the figure, but the face . . .” “I had a very large hat,” said Aramis. “My God,” laughed Porthos, “what precautions for studying theology!”
“Porthos,” said Aramis, “Athos has already told you that you’re a simpleton, and I agree with him. D’Artagnan, you’re a great man, and when you occupy Monsieur de Tréville’s place, I’ll ask for your influence to get me an abbey.”
“Later? Why do you say that? . . . Oh, you think I’m drunk, don’t you, d’Artagnan? Well, understand this: I never think so clearly as when I’ve been drinking. Tell me—I’m all ears.”
“In general, people don’t ask for advice because they want to follow it,” he said, “or if they do follow it, it’s so they’ll have someone to blame for having advised them that way.”
“To be accurate, I’ve been visiting an Englishwoman, the one I told you about.” “Ah, yes—the blond woman, on the subject of which I gave you advice, which naturally you were careful not to follow.”
“Ah, yes, I understand: to recover one woman, you pay court to another. It’s the longest road, but certainly the most entertaining.”
“No, Monseigneur—for the only cause you might have to arrest me is still unknown to Your Eminence.” Richelieu transfixed the young man with a look. “Oh?” he said. “What does that mean?”
