I did not wish to contradict them; besides, I might be deceived." "Monsieur, you insult the majesty of justice." "Not at all," said Athos, calmly.
"You are Monsieur d'Artagnan." "You see, monsieur, that you say it again." "But I tell you, Monsieur Commissary," cried Bonacieux, in his turn, "there is not the least doubt about the matter.

Monsieur d'Artagnan is my tenant, although he does not pay me my rent--and even better on that account ought I to know him.

Monsieur d'Artagnan is a young man, scarcely nineteen or twenty, and this gentleman must be thirty at least.

Monsieur d'Artagnan is in Monsieur Dessessart's Guards, and this gentleman is in the company of Monsieur de Treville's Musketeers.

Look at his uniform, Monsieur Commissary, look at his uniform!" "That's true," murmured the commissary; "PARDIEU, that's true." At this moment the door was opened quickly, and a messenger, introduced by one of the gatekeepers of the Bastille, gave a letter to the commissary.
"Oh, unhappy woman!" cried the commissary.
"How?
What do you say?
Of whom do you speak?
It is not of my wife, I hope!" "On the contrary, it is of her.