Do you see?
Well, this M.Monk, who has England ready-roasted in his plate, and who is already opening his mouth to swallow it--this M.Monk, who says to the people of Charles II., and to Charles II.

himself, 'Nescio vos'-- --" "I don't understand English," said Planchet.
"Yes, but I understand it," said D'Artagnan.

"'Nescio vos' means 'I do not know you.' This M.Monk, the most important man in England, when he shall have swallowed it----" "Well ?" asked Planchet.
"Well, my friend, I shall go over yonder, and with my forty men, I shall carry him off, pack him up, and bring him into France, where two modes of proceeding present themselves to my dazzled eyes." "Oh! and to mine too," cried Planchet, transported with enthusiasm.

"We will put him in a cage and show him for money." "Well, Planchet, that is a third plan, of which I had not thought." "Do you think it a good one ?" "Yes, certainly, but I think mine better." "Let us see yours, then." "In the first place, I shall set a ransom on him." "Of how much ?" "Peste! a fellow like that must be well worth a hundred thousand crowns." "Yes, yes!" "You see, then--in the first place, a ransom of a hundred thousand crowns." "Or else----" "Or else, what is much better, I deliver him up to King Charles, who, having no longer either a general or an army to fear, nor a diplomatist to trick him, will restore himself, and when once restored, will pay down to me the hundred thousand crowns in question.

That is the idea I have formed; what do you say to it, Planchet ?" "Magnificent, monsieur!" cried Planchet, trembling with emotion.