Treville:
Your father says that you carry his old sword, M. D'Artagnan.
D'Artagnan:
Yes.
Treville:
[Clears his throat and extends his hand. D'Artagnan produces the sword, which has been broken off quite short]
Oh. Do me the honor of taking one on loan until yours grows longer.
D'Artagnan:
Sir, I ask charity of no one.
Treville:
Then you aren't likely to get it, are you, young man?
[Softens tone]
Treville:
No, not charity. Love and courtesy for the son of an old friend, to keep his enemies an inch or two further off.
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