If you had only to deal with four men, d'Artagnan, I would allow you to go alone.

You have to do with that woman! We four will go; and I hope to God that with our four lackeys we may be in sufficient number." "You terrify me, Athos!" cried d'Artagnan.

"My God! what do you fear ?" "Everything!" replied Athos.
D'Artagnan examined the countenances of his companions, which, like that of Athos, wore an impression of deep anxiety; and they continued their route as fast as their horses could carry them, but without adding another word.
On the evening of the twenty-fifth, as they were entering Arras, and as d'Artagnan was dismounting at the inn of the Golden Harrow to drink a glass of wine, a horseman came out of the post yard, where he had just had a relay, started off at a gallop, and with a fresh horse took the road to Paris.

At the moment he passed through the gateway into the street, the wind blew open the cloak in which he was wrapped, although it was in the month of August, and lifted his hat, which the traveler seized with his hand the moment it had left his head, pulling it eagerly over his eyes.
D'Artagnan, who had his eyes fixed upon this man, became very pale, and let his glass fall.
"What is the matter, monsieur ?" said Planchet.

"Oh, come, gentlemen, my master is ill!" The three friends hastened toward d'Artagnan, who, instead of being ill, ran toward his horse.