The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 4 Page 6

Alas, like most things in this world which have nothing in their favor but appearances, the baldric was glittering with gold in the front, but was nothing but simple buff behind. Vainglorious as he was, Porthos could not afford to have a baldric wholly of gold, but had at least half. One could comprehend the necessity of the cold and the urgency of the cloak.

“Bless me!” cried Porthos, making strong efforts to disembarrass himself of d’Artagnan, who was wriggling about his back; “you must be mad to run against people in this manner.”

“Excuse me,” said d’Artagnan, reappearing under the shoulder of the giant, “but I am in such haste — I was running after someone and — ”

“And do you always forget your eyes when you run?”