Aramis passed the night leaning upon the bastingage. Yves, on approaching him next morning, remarked that “the night must have been a very damp one, for the wood on which the bishop’s head had rested was soaked with dew.” Who knows? — that dew was, it may be, the first tears that had ever fallen from the eyes of Aramis!
What epitaph would have been worth that, good Porthos?