What D'Artagnan had said was probable, if the governor did not believe it to be quite true.

They rose from the table to repose awhile.
"What is this man's name?
I don't like the looks of him," said Athos to D'Artagnan in Spanish.
"De Saint-Mars," replied the captain.
"He is, then, I suppose, the prince's jailer ?" "Eh! how can I tell?
I may be kept at Sainte-Marguerite forever." "Oh! no, not you!" "My friend, I am in the situation of a man who finds a treasure in the midst of a desert.

He would like to carry it away, but he cannot; he would like to leave it, but he dares not.

The king will not dare to recall me, for no one else would serve him as faithfully as I do; he regrets not having me near him, from being aware that no one would be of so much service near his person as myself.

But it will happen as it may please God." "But," observed Raoul, "your not being certain proves that your situation here is provisional, and you will return to Paris ?" "Ask these gentlemen," interrupted the governor, "what was their purpose in coming to Saint-Marguerite ?" "They came from learning there was a convent of Benedictines at Sainte-Honnorat which is considered curious; and from being told there was excellent shooting in the island." "That is quite at their service, as well as yours," replied Saint-Mars.
D'Artagnan politely thanked him.
"When will they depart ?" added the governor.
"To-morrow," replied D'Artagnan.
M.de Saint-Mars went to make his rounds, and left D'Artagnan alone with the pretended Spaniards.
"Oh!" exclaimed the musketeer, "here is a life and a society that suits me very little.