everything; and believe me, dear friend, we ought not to lose our time — it is precious.
We shall not be safe till we have seen Mazarin, and then — — ”
“The devil!” said Porthos; “what can we say to Mazarin?”
“Leave that to me — I have my plan. He laughs best who laughs last. Cromwell is mighty, Mazarin is tricky, but I would rather have to do with them than with the late Monsieur Mordaunt.”
“Ah!” said Porthos, “it is very pleasant to be able to say ‘the late Monsieur Mordaunt.’“
“My faith, yes,” said D’Artagnan. “But we must be going.”