“Where?”
“To Fontainebleau.”
“Have you any letters, then?”
“But—”
“Nay, let me speak. Have you any letters, I say?”
“I have just received one for him.”
“Interesting?”
“I suppose so.”
“You do not read them, then?”
“I am not at all curious,” said Porthos, as he drew out of his pocket the soldier’s letter which Porthos had not read, but D’Artagnan had.