"Yes; and may the devil take him, and so quickly that we shall never hear him speak more.

Hurrah! hurrah!" "You forget me, Baisemeaux! my glass is empty," said Aramis, lifting his dazzling Venetian goblet.
"Upon my honor, you delight me.

Francois, wine!" Francois entered.
"Wine, fellow! and better." "Yes, monsieur, yes; but a courier has just arrived." "Let him go to the devil, I say." "Yes, monsieur, but--" "Let him leave his news at the office; we will see to it to-morrow.
To-morrow, there will be time to-morrow; there will be daylight," said Baisemeaux, chanting the words.
"Ah, monsieur," grumbled the soldier Francois, in spite of himself, "monsieur." "Take care," said Aramis, "take care!" "Of what?
dear M.d'Herblay," said Baisemeaux, half intoxicated.
"The letter which the courier brings to the governor of a fortress is sometimes an order." "Nearly always." "Do not orders issue from the ministers ?" "Yes, undoubtedly; but--" "And what to these ministers do but countersign the signature of the king ?" "Perhaps you are right.

Nevertheless, 'tis very tiresome when you are sitting before a good table, _tete-a-tete_ with a friend--Ah! I beg your pardon, monsieur; I forgot it is I who engage you at supper, and that I speak to a future cardinal." "Let us pass over that, dear Baisemeaux, and return to our soldier, to Francois." "Well, and what has Francois done ?" "He has demurred!" "He was wrong, then ?" "However, he _has_ demurred, you see; 'tis because there is something extraordinary in this matter.

It is very possible that it was not Francois who was wrong in demurring, but you, who are in the wrong in not listening to him." "Wrong?
I to be wrong before Francois?
that seems rather hard." "Pardon me, merely an irregularity.