“It is the result of your hard reading,” replied D’Artagnan. “So come along, let us be off.”
“But,” said Porthos, “my promise to M. Fouquet?”
“Which?”
“Not to leave Saint-Mande without telling him of it.”
“Ah! Porthos,” said D’Artagnan, “how very young you still are.”
“In what way?”
“You are going to Fontainebleau, are you not, where you will find M. Fouquet?”
“Yes.”
“Probably in the king’s palace?”
“Yes,” repeated Porthos, with an air full of majesty.