“Pardieu! I came from his chamber.”
“Where can he be, then?”
“That is what I am asking you.”
“And have not you inquired?”
“Yes, I have.”
“And what answer did you get?”
“That Porthos, often walking out in a morning, without saying anything, had probably gone out.”
“What did you do, then?”
“I went to the stables,” replied D’Artagnan, carelessly.
“What to do?”