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"
Well
,
then
,
let
us
talk
about
it
,
since
you
desire
it
,
"
replied
Aramis
,
patiently
.
"
This
Rochefort
,
"
cried
Porthos
,
"
if
I
were
the
esquire
of
poor
Chalais
,
should
pass
a
minute
or
two
very
uncomfortably
with
me
.
"
"
And
you
--
you
would
pass
rather
a
sad
quarter-hour
with
the
Red
Duke
,
"
replied
Aramis
.
"
Oh
,
the
Red
Duke
!
Bravo
!
Bravo
!
The
Red
Duke
!
"
cried
Porthos
,
clapping
his
hands
and
nodding
his
head
.
"
The
Red
Duke
is
capital
.
I
'll
circulate
that
saying
,
be
assured
,
my
dear
fellow
.
Who
says
this
Aramis
is
not
a
wit
?
What
a
misfortune
it
is
you
did
not
follow
your
first
vocation
;
what
a
delicious
abbe
you
would
have
made
!
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
only
a
temporary
postponement
,
"
replied
Aramis
;
"
I
shall
be
one
someday
.
You
very
well
know
,
Porthos
,
that
I
continue
to
study
theology
for
that
purpose
.
"
"
He
will
be
one
,
as
he
says
,
"
cried
Porthos
;
"
he
will
be
one
,
sooner
or
later
.
"
"
Sooner
.
"
said
Aramis
.
"
He
only
waits
for
one
thing
to
determine
him
to
resume
his
cassock
,
which
hangs
behind
his
uniform
,
"
said
another
Musketeer
.
"
What
is
he
waiting
for
?
"
asked
another
.
"
Only
till
the
queen
has
given
an
heir
to
the
crown
of
France
.
"
