“Now,” asked Athos, “what are we to do with ourselves till evening?
Here we are without occupation, it seems to me.”
“You forget, my friend, that we have work cut out for us in the direction of Charenton; I hope to see Monsieur de Chatillon, whom I’ve hated for a long time, there.”
“Why have you hated him?”
“Because he is the brother of Coligny.”
“Ah, true! he who presumed to be a rival of yours, for which he was severely punished; that ought to satisfy you.”
“‘Yes, but it does not; I am rancorous — the only stigma that proves me to be a churchman.