“That is it; they are waiting for the cardinal, or rather for Bernouin, who comes to call them when the cardinal goes out.”
“Fine-looking men, upon my word!” said D’Artagnan.
“They belong to the regiment that was at Lens, which the prince assigned to the cardinal.”
“Ah, monsieur,” said D’Artagnan, as if to sum up in a word all that conversation, “if only his eminence would relent and grant to Monsieur de la Fere our liberty.”
“I wish it with all my heart,” said Comminges.
“Then, if he should forget that visit, you would find no inconvenience in reminding him of it?”