Let King Charles II., then, who no longer stands in need of me, leave me to my rest, and the shadow; that is all I claim of him." D'Artagnan sighed.
"What is the matter with you ?" said Athos.

"One would say that this happy return of the king to London saddens you, my friend; you who have done at least as much for his majesty as I have." "Have I not," replied D'Artagnan, with his Gascon laugh, "have I not done much for his majesty, without any one suspecting it ?" "Yes, yes, but the king is well aware of it, my friend," cried Athos.
"He is aware of it!" said the musketeer bitterly.

"By my faith! I did not suspect so, and I was even a moment ago trying to forget it myself." "But he, my friend, will not forget it, I will answer for him." "You tell me that to console me a little, Athos." "For what ?" "_Mordioux!_ for all the expense I incurred.

I have ruined myself, my friend, ruined myself for the restoration of this young prince who has just passed, cantering on his _isabelle_ colored horse." "The king does not know you have ruined yourself, my friend; but he knows he owes you much." "And say, Athos, does that advance me in any respect?
for, to do you justice, you have labored nobly.

But I--I who in appearance marred your combinations, it was I who really made them succeed.