“It is only to poets that such things happen,” said Athos, gravely.
“Well, in that case, we can manage famously,” said d’Artagnan; “which of the two horses will you ride — that which you bought or the one that was given to you?”
“That which was given to me, assuredly. You cannot for a moment imagine, d’Artagnan, that I would commit such an offense toward — ”
“The unknown giver,” interrupted d’Artagnan.
“Or the mysterious benefactress,” said Athos.
“The one you bought will then become useless to you?”
“Nearly so.”