round opportunity; opportunity is the martingale of man. The more we have ventured the more we gain, when we know how to wait.”
“Yes; but to wait surrounded by assassins and poisoners.”
“Bah!” said Athos. “God has preserved us hitherto, God will preserve us still.”
“Yes, we. Besides, we are men; and everything considered, it is our lot to risk our lives; but she,” asked he, in an undertone.
“What she?” asked Athos.
“Constance.”
“Madame Bonacieux! Ah, that’s true!” said Athos. “My poor friend, I had forgotten you were in love.”
“Well, but,” said Aramis, “have you not learned by the letter you found on the wretched corpse that she is in a convent? One may be very comfortable in a convent; and as soon as the siege of La Rochelle is terminated, I promise you on my part—”