It is not for nothing we are but twenty years old, above all if we were born at Tarbes.
D'Artagnan began by making his most splendid toilet, then returned to Athos's, and according to custom, related everything to him.

Athos listened to his projects, then shook his head, and recommended prudence to him with a shade of bitterness.
"What!" said he, "you have just lost one woman, whom you call good, charming, perfect; and here you are, running headlong after another." D'Artagnan felt the truth of this reproach.
"I loved Madame Bonacieux with my heart, while I only love Milady with my head," said he.

"In getting introduced to her, my principal object is to ascertain what part she plays at court." "The part she plays, PARDIEU! It is not difficult to divine that, after all you have told me.

She is some emissary of the cardinal; a woman who will draw you into a snare in which you will leave your head." "The devil! my dear Athos, you view things on the dark side, methinks." "My dear fellow, I mistrust women.

Can it be otherwise?
I bought my experience dearly--particularly fair women.