“Bravo! my friend, bravo!” said D’Artagnan.
“And now you know all that you want to know, do you not?” said Porthos, wheeling about.
“Mordioux! yes, only do me one last favor, dear friend!”
“Speak, I am master here.”
“Do me the pleasure to tell me the name of that gentleman who is walking yonder.”
“Where, there?”
“Behind the soldiers.”
“Followed by a lackey?”
“Exactly.”
“In company with a mean sort of fellow, dressed in black?”