"Now," said he, "if it were possible for you to reform a little, if you could become good and honest citizens--" "That is rather difficult," said one of the troop.
"What then, captain ?" said another.
"Because I might be able to find you again, and, who knows what other good fortune ?" He made a sign to Menneville, who listened to all he said with a composed air.

"Menneville," said he, "come with me.

Adieu, my brave fellows! I need not warn you to be discreet." Menneville followed him, whilst the salutations of the auxiliaries were mingled with the sweet sound of the money clinking in their pockets.
"Menneville," said D'Artagnan, when they were once in the street, "you were not my dupe; beware of being so.

You did not appear to have any fear of the gibbets of Monk, or the Bastile of his majesty, King Louis XIV., but you will do me the favor of being afraid of me.

Then listen; at the smallest word that shall escape you, I will kill you as I would a fowl.