“And have you abandoned the service?”
“I have quitted it.”
“You have abandoned the king?”
“Quite.”
Porthos raised his arms towards heaven, like a man who has heard extraordinary news. “Well, that does confound me,” said he.
“It is nevertheless true.”
“And what led you to form such a resolution?”
“The king displeased me. Mazarin had disgusted me for a long time, as you know; so I threw my cassock to the nettles.”
“But Mazarin is dead.”
“I know that well enough, parbleu! Only, at the period of his death, my resignation had been given in and accepted two months. Then, feeling myself free, I set off for Pierrefonds, to see my friend Porthos. I had heard talk of the happy division you had made of your time, and I wished, for a fortnight, to divide mine after your fashion.”