“Well, you will accost him with these words: ‘M. Fouquet, I have the honor to inform you that I have just left Saint-Mande.’”
“And,” said Porthos, with the same majestic mien, “seeing me at Fontainebleau at the king’s, M. Fouquet will not be able to tell me I am not speaking the truth.”
“My dear Porthos, I was just on the point of opening my lips to make the same remark, but you anticipate me in everything. Oh! Porthos, how fortunately you are gifted! Years have made not the slightest impression on you.”
“Not over-much, certainly.”
“Then there is nothing more to say?”
“I think not.”
“All your scruples are removed?”
“Quite so.”
“In that case I shall carry you off with me.”
“Exactly; and I will go and get my horse saddled.”