“Why should he not? Have I, perchance, deserved to lose his confidence?”
“No; but he did not know it.”
“Well; that is a reason at least that does not offend my self-love.”
“Then how did you manage to find me?”
“My dear friend, a great noble like you always leaves traced behind him on his passage; and I should think but poorly of myself, if I were not sharp enough to follow the traces of my friends.” This explanation, flattering as it was, did not entirely satisfy Porthos.
“But I left no traces behind me, for I came here disguised,” said Porthos.
“Ah! You came disguised did you?” said D’Artagnan.
“Yes.”
“And how?”
“As a miller.”