"You make me shudder, my friend, you seem to me quite angry. What the devil have you begun which is not finished?"
"Listen; Raoul has not fought, but I must fight."
"With whom?—with the king?"
"How!" exclaimed Porthos, astounded, "with the king?"
"Yes, I say, you great baby, with the king!"
"I assure you it is with M. Saint-Aignan."
"Look now, this is what I mean: you draw your sword against the king in fighting with this gentleman."
"Ah!" said Porthos, staring; "are you sure of it?"
"Indeed I am."
"What in the world are we to do, then?"