“Yes,” said Porthos, recollecting himself, “but one uniform and one sword will not suffice for two.”
“Well; but there’s his comrade.”
“True,” said Porthos.
“Therefore, when I cough, stretch out your arm.”
“Good!”
The two friends then placed themselves as they had agreed, Porthos being completely hidden in an angle of the window.
“Good-evening, comrade,” said D’Artagnan in his most fascinating voice and manner.
“Good-evening, sir,” answered the soldier, in a strong provincial accent.
“’Tis not too warm to walk,” resumed D’Artagnan.
“No, sir.”