“Hush!” said Porthos, placing a finger on his lips. “I believe her to be a cardinalist; she must know nothing of the matter.”
“Then,” said Aramis, “I take upon myself to obtain intelligence of her.”
“You, Aramis?” cried the three friends. “You! And how?”
“By the queen’s almoner, to whom I am very intimately allied,” said Aramis, coloring.
And on this assurance, the four friends, who had finished their modest repast, separated, with the promise of meeting again that evening. D’Artagnan returned to less important affairs, and the three musketeers repaired to the king’s quarters, where they had to prepare their lodging.