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Chapter 46: The Son of Biscarrat. (continued)
"I am sure," said the prisoner, gallantly, "that we could have guaranteed you the exact kind of death you preferred."
"A thousand thanks!" said Aramis, seriously. Porthos bowed.
"One more cup of wine to your health," said he, drinking himself. From one subject to another the chat with the officer was prolonged. He was an intelligent gentleman, and suffered himself to be led on by the charm of Aramis's wit and Porthos's cordial bonhomie.
"Pardon me," said he, "if I address a question to you; but men who are in their sixth bottle have a clear right to forget themselves a little."
"Address it!" cried Porthos; "address it!"
"Speak," said Aramis.
"Were you not, gentlemen, both in the musketeers of the late king?"
"Yes, monsieur, and amongst the best of them, if you please," said Porthos.
"That is true; I should say even the best of all soldiers, messieurs, if I did not fear to offend the memory of my father."
"Of your father?" cried Aramis.
"Do you know what my name is?"
"Ma foi! no, monsieur; but you can tell us, and - "
"I am called Georges de Biscarrat."
"Oh!" cried Porthos, in his turn. "Biscarrat! Do you remember that name, Aramis?"
"Biscarrat!" reflected the bishop. "It seems to me - "
"Try to recollect, monsieur," said the officer.
"Pardieu! that won't take me long," said Porthos. "Biscarrat - called Cardinal - one of the four who interrupted us on the day on which we formed our friendship with D'Artagnan, sword in hand."
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