"Alexandre Dumas. Twenty Years After." - читать интересную книгу автора

"Married?"
"If not her husband, he is unquestionably her lover."
"You surprise me. Rebuff Buckingham and consent to Mazarin!"
"Just like the women," replied D'Artagnan, coolly.
"Like women, not like queens."
"Egad! queens are the weakest of their sex, when it comes to such
things as these."
"And M. de Beaufort-is he still in prison?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh, nothing, but that he might get me out of this, if he were
favorably inclined to me."
"You are probably nearer freedom than he is, so it will be your
business to get him out."
"And," said the prisoner, "what talk is there of war with Spain?"
"With Spain, no," answered D'Artagnan; "but Paris."
"What do you mean?" cried Rochefort.
"Do you hear the guns, pray? The citizens are amusing themselves in
the meantime."
"And you-do you really think that anything could be done with these
bourgeois?"
"Yes, they might do well if they had any leader to unite them in one
body."
"How miserable not to be free!"
"Don't be downcast. Since Mazarin has sent for you, it is because he
wants you. I congratulate you! Many a long year has passed since any one
has wanted to employ me; so you see in what a situation I am."
"Make your complaints known; that's my advice."
"Listen, Rochefort; let us make a compact. We are friends, are we not?
"
"Egad! I bear the traces of our friendship-three slits or slashes from
your sword."
"Well, if you should be restored to favor, don't forget me."
"On the honor of a Rochefort; but you must do the like for me."
"There's my hand,-I promise."
"Therefore, whenever you find any opportunity of saying something in
my behalf-"
"I shall say it, and you?"
"I shall do the same."
"Apropos, are we to speak of your friends also, Athos, Porthos, and
Aramis? or have you forgotten them?"
"Almost."
"What has become of them?"
"I don't know; we separated, as you know. They are alive, that's all
that I can say about them; from time to time I hear of them indirectly, but
in what part of the world they are, devil take me if I know, No, on my
honor, I have not a friend in the world but you, Rochefort."
"And the illustrious-what's the name of the lad whom I made a sergeant
in Piedmont's regiment?"
"Planchet!"
"The illustrious Planchet. What has become of him?"