“And it was I who told him you were at Vannes,” continued Porthos, in the same tone.
D’Artagnan armed his mouth with a finesse almost ironical.
“Yes, I knew, but I was willing to see,” replied he.
“To see what?”
“If our old friendship still held out, if, on seeing each other, our hearts, hardened as they are by age, would still let the old cry of joy escape, which salutes the coming of a friend.”
“Well, and you must have been satisfied,” said Aramis.
“So, so.”
“How is that?”
“Yes, Porthos said hush! and you——”
“Well! and I?”