“Yes; but how did you discover and join me?”
“Stop a bit. I was going to tell you how. Do you imagine Mouston——”
“Ah! it was that fellow, Mouston,” said Porthos, gathering up those two triumphant arches which served him for eyebrows.
“But stop, I tell you—it was no fault of Mouston’s because he was ignorant of where you were.”
“I know he was; and that is why I am in such haste to understand——”
“Oh! how impatient you are, Porthos.”
“When I do not comprehend, I am terrible.”
“Well, you will understand. Aramis wrote to you at Pierrefonds, did he not?”
“Yes.”
“And he told you to come before the equinox.”