A taste for me; a glass for yourself." "As you please." And Aramis and the governor nodded to each other, as they drank their wine.

"But," said Aramis, looking with fixed attention at the ruby-colored wine he had raised to the level of his eyes, as if he wished to enjoy it with all his senses at the same moment, "but what you might call a resemblance, another would not, perhaps, take any notice of." "Most certainly he would, though, if it were any one who knew the person he resembles." "I really think, dear M.Baisemeaux, that it can be nothing more than a resemblance of your own creation." "Upon my honor, it is not so." "Stay," continued Aramis.

"I have seen many persons very like the one we are speaking of; but, out of respect, no one ever said anything about it." "Very likely; because there is resemblance and resemblance.

This is a striking one, and, if you were to see him, you would admit it to be so." "If I were to see him, indeed," said Aramis, in an indifferent tone; "but in all probability I never shall." "Why not ?" "Because if I were even to put my foot inside one of those horrible dungeons, I should fancy I was buried there forever." "No, no; the cells are very good places to live in." "I really do not, and cannot believe it, and that is a fact." "Pray do not speak ill of second Bertaudiere.

It is really a good room, very nicely furnished and carpeted.