“Until we have an idea,” resumed D’Artagnan; “and I now believe that will not be long, for I have one already.”
“Let us say adieu, then,” said Aramis; “but in truth, my good Porthos, you ought to go.”
“No,” said the latter, laconically.
“As you please,” replied Aramis, a little wounded in his susceptibilities at the morose tone of his companion. “Only I am reassured by the promise of an idea from D’Artagnan, an idea I fancy I have divined.”
“Let us see,” said the musketeer, placing his ear near Aramis’s mouth. The latter spoke several words rapidly, to which D’Artagnan replied, “That is it, precisely.”
“Infallible!” cried Aramis.
“During the first emotion this resolution will cause, take care of yourself, Aramis.”
“Oh! don’t be afraid.”
“Now, monsieur,” said D’Artagnan to the officer, “thanks, a thousand thanks! You have made yourself three friends for life.”
“Yes,” added Aramis. Porthos alone said nothing, but merely bowed.