“No, Monsieur, it is not Aramis; and by your exclamation I perceive you have mistaken me for another, and pardon you.”
“You pardon me?” cried d’Artagnan.
“Yes,” replied the stranger. “Allow me, then, to pass on, since it is not with me you have anything to do.”
“You are right, Monsieur, it is not with you that I have anything to do; it is with Madame.”
“With Madame! You do not know her,” replied the stranger.
“You are deceived, Monsieur; I know her very well.”
“Ah,” said Madame Bonacieux; in a tone of reproach, “ah, Monsieur, I had your promise as a soldier and your word as a gentleman.