4 THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BALDRIC OF PORTHOS AND THE HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS.
D'Artagnan, in a state of fury, crossed the antechamber at three bounds, and was darting toward the stairs, which he reckoned upon descending four at a time, when, in his heedless course, he ran head foremost against a Musketeer who was coming out of one of M.de Treville's private rooms, and striking his shoulder violently, made him utter a cry, or rather a howl.
"Excuse me," said d'Artagnan, endeavoring to resume his course, "excuse me, but I am in a hurry." Scarcely had he descended the first stair, when a hand of iron seized him by the belt and stopped him.
"You are in a hurry ?" said the Musketeer, as pale as a sheet.

"Under that pretense you run against me! You say.

'Excuse me,' and you believe that is sufficient?
Not at all my young man.

Do you fancy because you have heard Monsieur de Treville speak to us a little cavalierly today that other people are to treat us as he speaks to us?
Undeceive yourself, comrade, you are not Monsieur de Treville." "My faith!" replied d'Artagnan, recognizing Athos, who, after the dressing performed by the doctor, was returning to his own apartment.
"I did not do it intentionally, and not doing it intentionally, I said 'Excuse me.' It appears to me that this is quite enough.

I repeat to you, however, and this time on my word of honor--I think perhaps too often--that I am in haste, great haste.