“What did you do, then?”
“I went to the stables,” replied D’Artagnan, carelessly.
“What to do?”
“To see if Porthos had departed on horseback.”
“And?” interrogated the bishop.
“Well, there is a horse missing, stall No. 3, Goliath.”
All this dialogue, it may be easily understood, was not exempt from a certain affectation on the part of the musketeer, and a perfect complaisance on the part of Aramis.
“Oh! I guess how it is,” said Aramis, after having considered for a moment, “Porthos is gone out to give us a surprise.”
“A surprise?”
“Yes; the canal which goes from Vannes to the sea abounds in teal and snipes; that is Porthos’s favorite sport, and he will bring us back a dozen for breakfast.”