"Eh! good heavens, are you ill?" cried D'Artagnan.
"I am as well as the Pont-Neuf! It isn't that."
"But what is it then?"
"'Tis that I have no clothes!"
D'Artagnan stood petrified. "No clothes! Porthos, no clothes!" he cried, "when I see at least fifty suits on the floor."
"Fifty truly; but not one which fits me!"
"What? not one that fits you? But are you not measured, then, when you give an order?"
"To be sure he is," answered Mouston; "but, unfortunately, I have grown stouter."
"What! you stouter?"
"So much so that I am now bigger than the baron. Would you believe it, monsieur?"