Then, the better to play the devoted man, he took off his hat and waved it in the air.

Some one seized his arm in the very height of his expansive loyalism.

(In 1660 that was so termed which we now call royalism.) "Athos!" cried D'Artagnan, "you here!" And the two friends seized each other's hands.
"You here!--and being here," continued the musketeer, "you are not in the midst of all these courtiers, my dear comte! What! you, the hero of the _fete_, you are not prancing on the left hand of the king, as M.Monk is prancing on the right?
In truth, I cannot comprehend your character, nor that of the prince who owes you so much!" "Always scornful, my dear D'Artagnan!" said Athos.

"Will you never correct yourself of that vile habit ?" "But you do not form part of the pageant ?" "I do not, because I was not willing to do so." "And why were you not willing ?" "Because I am neither envoy nor ambassador, nor representative of the king of France; and it does not become me to exhibit myself thus near the person of another king than the one God has given me for a master." "_Mordioux!_ you came very near to the person of the king, his father." "That was another thing, my friend; he was about to die." "And yet that which you did for him--" "I did it because it was my duty to do it.

But you know I hate all ostentation.