Porthos looked very melancholy.
“What a devil of a face you have, Porthos! and what a strange air for a victor!”
“But you,” answered Porthos, “seem to me agitated.”
“There’s a reason! Zounds! I have just killed an old friend.”
“Indeed!” replied Porthos, “who?”
“That poor Count de Rochefort.”
“Well! exactly like me! I have just killed a man whose face is not unknown to me. Unluckily, I hit him on the head and immediately his face was covered with blood.”
“And he said nothing as he died?”
“Yes; he exclaimed, ‘Oh!’”
“I suppose,” answered D’Artagnan, laughing, “if he only said that, it did not enlighten you much.”