“If you prefer any other place,” said Athos, in his persuasive voice, “choose for yourselves.” “This place, if Monsieur d’Herblay can procure the key, is the best that we can have,” was the answer. Aramis went off at once, begging Athos not to remain alone within reach of D’Artagnan and Porthos; a piece of advice which was received with a contemptuous smile. Aramis returned soon with a man from the Hotel de Rohan, who was saying to him: “You swear, sir, that it is not so?” “Stop,” and Aramis gave him a louis d’or. “Ah! you will not swear, my master,” said the concierge, shaking his head. “Well, one can never say what may happen; at present we and these gentlemen are excellent friends.” “Yes, certainly,” added Athos and the other two. D’Artagnan had heard the conversation and had understood it. “You see?” he said to Porthos. “What do I see?” “That he wouldn’t swear.” “Swear what?” “That man wanted Aramis to swear that we are not going to the Place Royale to fight.” “And Aramis wouldn’t swear?” “No.” “Attention, then!” Athos did not lose sight of the two speakers. Aramis opened the gate and faced around in order that D’Artagnan and Porthos might enter. In passing through the gate, the hilt of the lieutenant’s sword was caught in the grating and he was obliged to pull off his cloak; in doing so he showed the butt end of his pistols and a ray of the moon was reflected on the shining metal. “Do you see?” whispered Aramis to Athos, touching his shoulder with one hand and pointing with the other to the arms which the Gascon wore under his belt. “Alas! I do!” replied Athos, with a deep sigh. He entered third, and Aramis, who shut the gate after him, last. The two serving-men waited without; but as if they likewise mistrusted each other, they kept their respective distances. Chapter XXVIII. The Place Royale. They proceeded silently to the centre of the Place, but as at this very moment the moon had just emerged from behind a cloud, they thought they might be observed if they remained on that spot and therefore regained the shade of the lime-trees. There were benches here and there; the four gentlemen stopped near them; at a sign from Athos, Porthos and D’Artagnan sat down, the two others stood in front of them. After a few minutes of silent embarrassment, Athos spoke. “Gentlemen,” he said, “our presence here is the best proof of former friendship; not one of us has failed the others at this rendezvous; not one has, therefore, to reproach himself.” “Hear me, count,” replied D’Artagnan; “instead of making compliments to each other, let us explain our conduct to each other, like men of right and honest hearts.” “I wish for nothing more; have you any cause of complaint against me or Monsieur d’Herblay? If so, speak out,” answered Athos.