“Gentlemen, gentlemen,” cried d’Artagnan, who began to get a glimpse of the result of the adventure, “the thing is serious. Let us try not to jest, if we can. Go on Aramis, go on.”
“All at once, a tall, dark gentleman — just like yours, d’Artagnan.”
“The same, perhaps,” said he.
“Possibly,” continued Aramis, “came toward me, accompanied by five or six men who followed about ten paces behind him; and in the politest tone, ‘Monsieur Duke,’ said he to me, ‘and you madame,’ continued he, addressing the lady on my arm — ”
“The doctor’s niece?”
“Hold your tongue, Porthos,”