“Then how did you manage to find me?”
“My dear friend, a great noble like you always leaves traces behind him on his passage; and I should think but poorly of myself, if I were not sharp enough to follow the traces of my friends.” This explanation, flattering as it was, did not entirely satisfy Porthos.
“But I left no traces behind me, for I came here disguised,” said Porthos.
“Ah! You came disguised did you?” said D’Artagnan.
“Yes.”
“And how?”
“As a miller.”
“And do you think a great noble, like you, Porthos, can affect common manners so as to deceive people?”
“Well, I swear to you, my friend, that I played my part so well that everybody was deceived.”
“Indeed! so well, that I have not discovered and joined you?”