Good night, my friends, and in ten minutes I shall be asleep myself." And Aramis accompanied them to the door, laughing quietly all the while.

As soon as they were outside, he bolted the door, hurriedly; closed up the chinks of the windows, and then called out, "Monseigneur!--monseigneur!" Philippe made his appearance from the alcove, as he pushed aside a sliding panel placed behind the bed.
"M.

d'Artagnan entertains a great many suspicions, it seems," he said.
"Ah!--you recognized M.d'Artagnan, then ?" "Before you called him by his name, even." "He is your captain of musketeers." "He is very devoted to _me_," replied Philippe, laying a stress upon the personal pronoun.
"As faithful as a dog; but he bites sometimes.

If D'Artagnan does not recognize you before _the other_ has disappeared, rely upon D'Artagnan to the end of the world; for in that case, if he has seen nothing, he will keep his fidelity.

If he sees, when it is too late, he is a Gascon, and will never admit that he has been deceived." "I thought so.