I will not say this frightens me, but it annoys me.
Life is an agreeable thing.

I have money; I have fine estates; I have horses that I love; I have also friends that I love: D'Artagnan, Athos, Raoul, and you." The admirable Porthos did not even take the trouble to dissimulate in the very presence of Aramis the rank he gave him in his friendship.
Aramis pressed his hand: "We will still live many years," said he, "to preserve to the world such specimens of its rarest men.

Trust yourself to me, my friend; we have no reply from D'Artagnan, that is a good sign.
He must have given orders to get the vessels together and clear the seas.

On my part I have just issued directions that a bark should be rolled on rollers to the mouth of the great cavern of Locmaria, which you know, where we have so often lain in wait for the foxes." "Yes, and which terminates at the little creek by a trench where we discovered the day that splendid fox escaped that way." "Precisely.

In case of misfortunes, a bark is to be concealed for us in that cavern; indeed, it must be there by this time.