To lose a year, two years, three years, is to talk of an eternity; to return after the death or disgrace of the cardinal, perhaps; to return when d’Artagnan and his friends, happy and triumphant, should have received from the queen the reward they had well acquired by the services they had rendered her--these were devouring ideas that a woman like Milady could not endure.
Hoe dan die dagen te noemen, welke men in vernedering doorbrengt! Een, twee, drie jaren te verliezen! dat is een eeuwigheid.