"Oh," said Planchet, "Mousqueton is not dead, and yet Monsieur le Baron is very fond of him."
"Certainly," said Porthos, with a sigh which made all the three horses rear; "and I was only saying, this very morning, to D'Artagnan, how much I regretted him. But tell me, Planchet?"
"Thank you, Monsieur le Baron, thank you."
"Good lad, good lad! How many acres of park have you got?"
"Of park?"
"Yes; we will reckon up the meadows presently, and the woods afterward."
"Whereabouts, monsieur?"
"At your chateau."
"Oh, Monsieur le Baron; I have neither chateau, nor park, nor meadows, nor woods."
"What have you got, then?" inquired Porthos, "and why do you call it a country-seat?"