It goes without saying that when he saw a Huguenot coming, he felt himself filled with such ardent Catholic zeal that he could not understand how, a quarter of an hour before, he had been able to have any doubts upon the superiority of our holy religion.

For my part, monsieur, I am Catholic--my father, faithful to his principles, having made my elder brother a Huguenot." "And what was the end of this worthy man ?" asked d'Artagnan.
"Oh, of the most unfortunate kind, monsieur.

One day he was surprised in a lonely road between a Huguenot and a Catholic, with both of whom he had before had business, and who both knew him again; so they united against him and hanged him on a tree.

Then they came and boasted of their fine exploit in the cabaret of the next village, where my brother and I were drinking." "And what did you do ?" said d'Artagnan.
"We let them tell their story out," replied Mousqueton.

"Then, as in leaving the cabaret they took different directions, my brother went and hid himself on the road of the Catholic, and I on that of the Huguenot.
Two hours after, all was over; we had done the business of both, admiring the foresight of our poor father, who had taken the precaution to bring each of us up in a different religion." "Well, I must allow, as you say, your father was a very intelligent fellow.