“ Yes. Duty summons me. I have to get the watch-word. It seems I am to be lodged in the king’s ante-room. Where does Porthos sleep?”
“ Take him away with you, if you like, for he rumbles through his sleepy nose like a park of artillery.”
“ Ah! he does not stay with you, then?” said D’Artagnan.
“ Not the least in the world. He has a chamber to himself, but I don’t know where.”
“ Very good!” said the musketeer; from whom this separation of the two associates removed his last suspicion, and he touched Porthos lightly on the shoulder; the latter replied by a loud yawn. “Come,” said D’Artagnan.
“ What, D’Artagnan, my dear fellow, is that you? What a lucky chance! Oh, yes—true; I have forgotten; I am at the fete at Vaux.”
“ Yes; and your beautiful dress, too.”
“ Yes, it was
