"At the Minimes, at Vincennes."
"Ah, indeed! but are we going to laugh over the affair when we get there?"
"I don't think it likely," said Porthos, as his face assumed a stern hardness of expression.
"But the Minimes is a rendezvous where duels take place, and what can I have to do at the Minimes?"
Porthos slowly drew his sword, and said: "That is the length of my friend's sword."
"Why, the man is mad!" cried Saint-Aignan.
The color mounted to Porthos' face, as he replied: "If I had not the honor of being in your own apartment, monsieur, and of representing M. de Bragelonne's interests, I would throw you out of the window. It will be merely a pleasure postponed, and you will lose nothing by waiting. Will you come with me to the Minimes, monsieur, of your own free will?"
"But—"
"Take care, I will carry you if you do not come quietly."
"Basque!" cried Saint-Aignan. As soon as Basque appeared, he said, "The king wishes to see Monsieur le Comte."