“Gentlemen,” resumed Aramis, “any one but the Comte de la Fere and myself would have had you arrested — for we have friends in Paris — but we are contented with another course. Come and converse with us for just five minutes, sword in hand, upon this deserted terrace.”
“One moment, gentlemen,” cried Flamarens.
“I know well that the proposition is tempting, but at present it is impossible to accept it.”
“And why not?” said Aramis, in his tone of raillery. “Is it Mazarin’s proximity that makes you so prudent?”
“Oh, you hear that, Flamarens!” said Chatillon. “Not to reply would be a blot on my name and my honor.”