“I was going to say,” continued Porthos, “that it is droll that we are never so slow as when we are in a hurry, and never make so much noise as when we wish to be silent.”
“Yes, that is true; but let us give the proverb the lie, Porthos; let us make haste, and hold our tongue.”
“You see I am doing my best,” said Porthos, putting on his haut de chausses.
“Very well.”
“This is something in haste?”
“It is more than that, it is serious, Porthos.”
“Oh, oh!”
“D’Artagnan has questioned you, has he not?”
“Questioned me?”
“Yes, at Belle-Isle?”