“And a comforting one, too,” added D’Artagnan, seeing the delight that his intelligence gave the young man.
“Have you it?” asked Raoul
“Yes — that is, I had it,” repined the Gascon, making believe to find it. “Wait, it ought to be there in my pocket; it speaks of his return, does it not, Porthos?”
All Gascon as he was, D’Artagnan could not bear alone the weight of that falsehood.
“Yes,” replied Porthos, coughing.
“Eh, give it to me!” said the young man.
“Eh! I read it a little while since. Can I have lost it? Ah! confound it! yes, my pocket has a hole in it.”