“I will take it all upon myself.”
“Very good.”
“Stop the carriage, Porthos; here we are.”
“Here! how here? We are at the Halles; and you told me the house was at the corner of the Rue de l’Arbre Sec.”
“‘Tis true, but look.”
“Well, I do look, and I see—”
“What?”
“Pardieu! that we are at the Halles!”
“You do not, I suppose, want our horses to clamber up on the roof of the carriage in front of us?”
“No.”