“Well, that’s something. For my part, I have not the shadow of one,” said Athos coolly. “But as to D’Artagnan, the hope of soon being one of us, gentlemen, has made him crazy. A thousand livres! I declare I want two thousand myself.”

“Four times two make eight, then,” said Aramis. “It is eight thousand that we want to complete our outfit.”

“One thing more!” said Athos, waiting till D’Artagnan, who was going to thank M. de Tréville, had shut the door, “one thing more—that beautiful diamond which glitters on our friend’s finger. What the devil! D’Artagnan is too good a comrade to leave his brothers in embarrassment while he wears a king’s ransom on his middle finger.”


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