“Who is Porthos?”
“I beg your pardon, I made a mistake. He saw M. du Vallon at Belle-Isle; and he knows, as well as you and I do, that Belle-Isle is fortified.”
“And you think that the king sent him there?” said Fouquet, pensively.
“I certainly do.”
“And D’Artagnan, in the hands of the king, is a dangerous instrument?”
“The most dangerous imaginable.”
“Then I formed a correct opinion of him at the first glance.”
“How so?”
“I wished to attach him to myself.”
“If you judged him to be the bravest, the most acute, and the most adroit man in France, you judged correctly.”