“Forget them for a time; we shall return to them, unless Mazarin razes them to the ground.”
“Do you think that likely?”
“No, the other cardinal would have done so, but this one is too mean a fellow to risk it.”
“You reconcile me, D’Artagnan.”
“Well, then, assume a cheerful manner, as I do; we must joke with the guards, we must gain the good-will of the soldiers, since we can’t corrupt them.
Try, Porthos, to please them more than you are wont to do when they are under our windows. Thus far you have done nothing but show them your fist; and the more respectable your fist is, Porthos, the less attractive it is.