We are compelled to admit to our readers that d’Artagnan thought nothing about him in any way; or that if he did think of him, it was only to say to himself that he was very well where he was, wherever it might be.
Debemos confesar a nuestros lectores que D'Artagnan no pensaba en él ni por un momento, o que, si pensaba, era para decirse que estaba bien donde estaba, fuera en la parte que fuera.