The silence, however, could not last forever. So D’Artagnan began:
“Sir,” he said, with desperate politeness, “it seems to me that you change your costume almost as rapidly as I have seen the Italian mummers do, whom the Cardinal Mazarin brought over from Bergamo and whom he doubtless took you to see during your travels in France.”
Mordaunt did not reply.
“Just now,” D’Artagnan continued, “you were disguised — I mean to say, attired — as a murderer, and now — — ”
“And now I look very much like a man who is going to be murdered.”
“Oh! sir,” said D’Artagnan, “how