Yours is a pretty business." "But," said the agitated mercer, "do me the pleasure, monsieur, to tell me how my own proper affair can become worse by anything my wife does while I am in prison ?" "Because that which she does is part of a plan concerted between you--of an infernal plan." "I swear to you, Monsieur Commissary, that you are in the profoundest error, that I know nothing in the world about what my wife had to do, that I am entirely a stranger to what she has done; and that if she has committed any follies, I renounce her, I abjure her, I curse her!" "Bah!" said Athos to the commissary, "if you have no more need of me, send me somewhere.

Your Monsieur Bonacieux is very tiresome." The commissary designated by the same gesture Athos and Bonacieux, "Let them be guarded more closely than ever." "And yet," said Athos, with his habitual calmness, "if it be Monsieur d'Artagnan who is concerned in this matter, I do not perceive how I can take his place." "Do as I bade you," cried the commissary, "and preserve absolute secrecy.

You understand!" Athos shrugged his shoulders, and followed his guards silently, while M.
Bonacieux uttered lamentations enough to break the heart of a tiger.
They locked the mercer in the same dungeon where he had passed the night, and left him to himself during the day.

Bonacieux wept all day, like a true mercer, not being at all a military man, as he himself informed us.

In the evening, about nine o'clock, at the moment he had made up his mind to go to bed, he heard steps in his corridor.