“My brave Porthos! best of friends,” cried Athos, “it is still the same old way with you.”
“He is still only twenty,” said D’Artagnan, “brave Porthos!”
“Confound it,” answered Porthos, slightly confused, “we thought that you were being arrested.”
“While,” rejoined Athos, “the matter in question was nothing but my taking a drive in M. d’Artagnan’s carriage.”
“But we followed you from the Bastile,” returned Raoul, with a tone of suspicion and reproach.
“Where we had been to take supper with our friend M. Baisemeaux. Do you recollect Baisemeaux, Porthos?”
“Very well, indeed.”
“And there we saw Aramis.”
“In the Bastile?”
“At supper.”