“Yes, my dear fellow,” he replied.
“We do not sup with his majesty, I believe?”
“Well?—we do.”
“Can you give me ten minutes’ conversation?”
“Twenty, if you like. His majesty will take quite that time to get properly seated at table.”
“Where shall we talk, then?”
“Here, upon these seats if you like; the king has left, we can sit down, and the apartment is empty.”
“Let us sit down, then.”
They sat down, and Aramis took one of D’Artagnan’s hands in his.
“Tell me, candidly, my dear friend, whether you have not counseled Porthos to distrust me a little?”