“Yes?”
“Seeing you constantly surrounded by musketeers of a very superb appearance, and knowing that these musketeers belong to M. de Tréville, and were consequently enemies of the cardinal, I thought that you and your friends, while rendering justice to your poor queen, would be pleased to play his Eminence an ill turn.”
“Without doubt.”
“And then I have thought that considering three months’ lodging, about which I have said nothing—”
“Yes, yes; you have already given me that reason, and I find it excellent.”
“Reckoning still further, that as long as you do me the honor to remain in my house I shall never speak to you about rent—”
“Very kind!”
“And adding to this, if there be need of it, meaning to offer you fifty pistoles, if, against all probability, you should be short at the present moment.”
“Admirable! You are rich then, my dear M. Bonacieux?”
“I am comfortably off, Monsieur, that’s all; I have scraped together some such things as an income of two or three thousand crowns in the haberdashery business, but more particularly in venturing some funds in the last voyage of the celebrated navigator Jean Moquet; so that you understand, Monsieur—But!—” cried the citizen.
“What!” demanded d’Artagnan.
“Whom do I see yonder?”