I have said." And he pronounced these words with the savage, invincible resolution of the most mortified Puritan.

D'Artagnan looked at his prisoner like a man who knows the value of every word, and who fixes that value according to the accent with which it has been pronounced.
"The fact is," said he, in a whisper to the king, "the general is an obstinate man; he would not take a mouthful of bread, nor swallow a drop of wine, during the two days of our voyage.

But as from this moment it is your majesty who must decide his fate, I wash my hands of him." Monk, erect, pale, and resigned, waited with his eyes fixed and his arms folded.

D'Artagnan turned towards him.

"You will please to understand perfectly," said he, "that your speech, otherwise very fine, does not suit anybody, not even yourself.