"And then the army."

"Good! Do you see anything else?"

"Why, then the nation."

"Is that all?"

"The nation which consented to the overthrow and death of
the late king, the father of this one, and which will not be
willing to belie its acts."

"Planchet," said D'Artagnan, "you argue like a cheese! The
nation -- the nation is tired of these gentlemen who give
themselves such barbarous names, and who sing songs to it.
Chanting for chanting, my dear Planchet; I have remarked
that nations prefer singing a merry chant to the plain
chant. Remember the Fronde; what did they sing in those
times? Well those were good times."

"Not too good, not too good! I was near being hung in those
times."

"Well, but you were not."

"No."

"And you laid the foundation of your fortune in the midst of
all those songs?"