No; to tell you would be wrong and it would do you no good.

Forget her, Chevalier.

I should." And she drew the curtain and ordered her lackeys to drive on.
"It is snowing," said the Chevalier, irrelevantly, when the musketeers rejoined him.
"So it is, so it is," one replied.

"Put on your hat, Monsieur, or my word for it, you will catch a devil of a chill." The Chevalier put on his hat.

"Five years.