he were not a foreigner — well, he would be more justly estimated.
Oh! the devil take this gout!”
Athos and Aramis took their leave, but even in the ante-chamber they could still hear the duke’s cries; he was evidently suffering the tortures of the damned.
When they reached the street, Aramis said:
“Well, Athos, what do you think?”
“Pardieu! of Monsieur de Bouillon.”
“My friend, I think that he is much troubled with gout.”
“You noticed that I didn’t breathe a word as to the purpose of our visit?”