There is the end of my exile! cried the musketeer with joy; God be praised, I am no longer a jailer! and he showed the letter to Athos.
So then you must leave us? replied the latter, in a melancholy tone.
Yes; but to meet again, dear friend, seeing that Raoul is old enough now to go alone with M. de Beaufort, and will prefer that his father should go back in company with M. dArtagnan, rather than that he should travel two hundred leagues solitarily to reach home at La Fere; would you not, Raoul?
Certainly, stammered the latter, with an expression of tender regret.
No, no, my friend, interrupted Athos, I will never quit Raoul till the day his vessel shall have disappeared on the horizon. As long as he remains in France, he shall not be separated from me.
As you please, dear friend
