The prelate had again a little touch of the musketeer about him.

The bishop just trenched on the borders only of license in his style of conversation.

As for M.de Baisemeaux, with the facility of vulgar people, he gave himself up entirely upon this point of his guest's freedom.

"Monsieur," said he, "for indeed to-night I dare not call you monseigneur." "By no means," said Aramis; "call me monsieur; I am booted." "Do you know, monsieur, of whom you remind me this evening ?" "No! faith," said Aramis, taking up his glass; "but I hope I remind you of a capital guest." "You remind me of two, monsieur.

Francois, shut the window; the wind may annoy his greatness." "And let him go," added Aramis.