“And our young pupil, Raoul?”
“He seems to have inherited the skill of his father, Athos, and the strength of his tutor, Porthos.”
“And on what occasion have you been able to judge of that?”
“Eh! mon Dieu! on the eve of my departure from Paris.”
“Indeed! tell me all about it!”
“Yes; there was an execution at the Greve, and in consequence of that execution, a riot. We happened by accident, to be in the riot; and in this riot we were obliged to have recourse to our swords. And he did wonders.”
“Bah! what did he do?”
“Why, in the first place, he threw a man out of the window, as he would have flung a sack full of flock.”
“Come, that’s pretty well,” said Porthos.
“Then he drew, and cut and thrust away, as we fellows used to do in the good old times.”