"You!" said he, "you, Monsieur d'Artagnan ?" "Yes, myself! Where is Aramis--no, M.le Chevalier d'Herblay--no, I am still mistaken--Monsieur le Vicaire-General ?" "Ah, monsieur," said Bazin, with dignity, "monseigneur is at his diocese." "What did you say ?" said D'Artagnan.

Bazin repeated the sentence.
"Ah, ah! but has Aramis a diocese ?" "Yes, monsieur.

Why not ?" "Is he a bishop, then ?" "Why, where can you come from," said Bazin, rather irreverently, "that you don't know that ?" "My dear Bazin, we pagans, we men of the sword, know very well when a man is made a colonel, or maitre-de-camp, or marshal of France; but if he be made a bishop, archbishop, or pope--devil take me if the news reaches us before the three quarters of the earth have had the advantage of it!" "Hush! hush!" said Bazin, opening his eyes: "do not spoil these poor children, in whom I am endeavoring to inculcate such good principles." In fact, the children had surrounded D'Artagnan, whose horse, long sword, spurs, and martial air they very much admired.

But above all, they admired his strong voice; so that, when he uttered his oath, the whole school cried out, "The devil take me!" with fearful bursts of laughter, shouts, and bounds, which delighted the musketeer, and bewildered the old pedagogue.
"There!" said he, "hold your tongues, you brats! You have come, M.
d'Artagnan, and all my good principles fly away.

With you, as usual, comes disorder.