"I am no longer astonished, then, since I, who followed you, found seven or eight lying dead on the road."
"I am very heavy, you know," said Porthos.
"So that you were bruised all over."
"My fat melted, and that made me very ill."
"Poor Porthos! But how did Aramis act toward you under those circumstances?"
"Very well indeed. He had me attended to by M. Fouquet's own doctor. But just imagine, at the end of a week I could not breathe any longer."
"What do you mean?"
"The room was too small, I absorbed too much air."
"Indeed?"
"I was told so, at least; and so I was removed into another apartment."