"Well, my brave Blaisois, many thanks to you." Blaisois bowed.
"Come, you know I am not curious--I have serious business with your master.

Could you not, by a little bit of a word--you who speak so well--give me to understand--one syllable, only--I will guess the rest." "Upon my word, monsieur, I cannot.

I am quite ignorant where monsieur le comte is gone.

As to listening at doors, that is contrary to my nature; and besides it is forbidden here." "My dear fellow," said D'Artagnan, "this is a very bad beginning for me.
Never mind, you know when monsieur le comte will return, at least ?" "As little, monsieur, as the place of his destination." "Come, Blaisois, come, search." "Monsieur doubts my sincerity?
Ah, monsieur, that grieves me much." "The devil take his gilded tongue!" grumbled D'Artagnan.

"A clown with a word would be worth a dozen of him.