“And how long ago was that?”

“When I last drew my poniard.”

“Ah!

Good! another souvenir of Monsieur Mordaunt. Well, my friend, nothing now is lacking except that you should feel remorse for having killed that fellow.”

“Hush!” said Athos, putting a finger on his lips, with the sad smile peculiar to him; “let us talk no more of Mordaunt — it will bring bad luck.” And Athos set forward toward Charenton, followed closely by Aramis.