Adieu!" "Monsieur, I have the honor to present you my respects." "_Cuistre!_" said D'Artagnan to himself, "the fellow is unbearable." He gave another look up to the house, turned his horse's head, and set off like a man who has nothing either annoying or embarrassing in his mind.
When he was at the end of the wall, and out of sight,--"Well, now, I wonder," said he, breathing quickly, "whether Athos was at home.

No; all those idlers, standing with their arms crossed, would have been at work if the eye of the master was near.

Athos gone on a journey ?--that is incomprehensible.

Bah! it is all devilish mysterious! And then--no--he is not the man I want.

I want one of a cunning, patient mind.