royalty. A friend, a wife, a daughter, have done us the honor to call us to their aid. We have served them to the best of our poor means, and God will recompense the will, forgive the want of power. You may see matters differently, D’Artagnan, and think otherwise. I will not attempt to argue with you, but I blame you.”
“Heyday!” cried D’Artagnan, “what matters it to me, after all, if Cromwell, who’s an Englishman, revolts against his king, who is a Scotchman?
I am myself a Frenchman. I have nothing to do with these things — why hold me responsible?”
“Yes,” said Porthos.
“Because all gentlemen are brothers, because you are a gentleman,