“Who assures you that D’Artagnan sends for us?”
“Well, but—but his writing—”
“Writing is easily counterfeited. This looks counterfeited—unsteady—”
“You are always right; but, in the meantime, we know nothing.”
Aramis was silent.
“It is true,” said the good Porthos, “we do not want to know anything.”
“What shall I do?” asked Jonathan.
“You will return on board this captain’s vessel.”
“Yes, monseigneur.”
“And will tell him that we beg he will himself come into the island.”