Adieu!" "Monsieur, I have the honor to present you my respects." "Cuistre!" said D'Artagnan to himself, "the fellow is unbearable." He gave another look up to the house, turned his horse's head, and set off like a man who has nothing either annoying or embarrassing in his mind.
When he was at the end of the wall, and out of sight,--"Well, now, I wonder," said he, breathing quickly, "whether Athos was at home.

No; all those idlers, standing with their arms crossed, would have been at work if the eye of the master was near.

Athos gone a journey ?--that is incomprehensible.

Bah! it is all devilish mysterious! And then--no--he is not the man I want.

I want one of a cunning, patient mind.