"Address it!" said Porthos; "address it!"
"Speak," said Aramis.
"Were you not, gentlemen, both in the musketeers of the late king?"
"Yes, monsieur, and of the best of them, if you please," said Porthos.
"That is true, I should say even the best of all soldiers, messieurs, if I did not fear to offend the memory of my father."
"Of your father?" cried Aramis.
"Do you know what my name is?"
"Ma foi! no, monsieur; but you can tell us, and—"
"I am called Georges de Biscarrat."
"Oh!" cried Porthos, in his turn, "Biscarrat! Do you remember that name, Aramis?"