"Yes, that is it!" said the cardinal, continuing to look at his interlocutor; "yes, that is certainly it.

I know you now, monsieur.

Ah! _diavolo!_ I am no longer astonished." "In fact, I was astonished that, with your eminence's excellent memory," replied Athos, smiling, "you had not recognized me before." "Always refractory and grumbling--monsieur--monsieur--What do they call you?
Stop--a name of a river--Potamos; no--the name of an island--Naxos; no, _per Giove!_--the name of a mountain--Athos! now I have it.
Delighted to see you again, and to be no longer at Rueil, where you and your damned companions made me pay ransom.

Fronde! still Fronde! accursed Fronde! Oh, what grudges! Why, monsieur, have your antipathies survived mine?
If any one has cause to complain, I think it could not be you, who got out of the affair not only in a sound skin, but with the _cordon_ of the Holy Ghost around your neck." "My lord cardinal," replied Athos, "permit me not to enter into considerations of that kind.

I have a mission to fulfill.