As for the accused, he stepped back, horrified.
"Monseigneur, one or the other of us is mad! I pray God that it be myself; for it can not be possible that the first minister in France would accuse of such a crime a gentleman who not only possesses courage but pride." "Weigh your words, Monsieur le Chevalier," warned the cardinal.

The Chevalier's tone was not pleasing to his cardinal's ear.
"You ask me to weigh my words, Monseigneur ?--to weigh my words ?" with a gesture which caused the musketeers to draw closer to Mazarin, "Oh, I am calm, gentlemen; I am calm!" He threw his hat to the floor, drew his sword and tossed it beside the hat, and folding his arms he said, his voice full of sudden wrath--wrath, against the ironical turn of fortune which had changed his cup of wine into salt:--"Now, Monseigneur, I demand of you that privilege which belongs to and is inseparable from my house: the right to face my accusers." "I warn you, Monsieur," said Mazarin, "I like not this manner you assume.

There were witnesses, and trustworthy ones.

Yon may rely upon that." "Trustworthy?
That is not possible.

I did not know De Brissac.