“ Go to! It appears to me you make dull jokes, my dear,” said Porthos.
“ I do not jest,” said Athos.
“ Do you know,” said Porthos, “that to twist that damned Milady’s neck would be a smaller sin than to twist those of these poor devils of Huguenots, who have committed no other crime than singing in French the psalms we sing in Latin?”
“ What says the abbe?” asked Athos, quietly.
“ I say I am entirely of Porthos’s opinion,” replied Aramis.
“ And I, too,” said d’Artagnan.
“ Fortunately, she is far off,” said Porthos, “for I confess she would worry me if she were here.”
“ She worries me in England as well as in France,” said Athos.
“ She worries me everywhere,” said d’Artagnan.
“ But when you held her in your power, why did you not drown her, strangle her, hang her?” said P
