“What would you have?” said D’Artagnan.
“I come from a land where there is not a cloud in the sky.”
“It is not like this, then,” said Porthos stretching out his hand to assure himself whether a chill sensation he felt on his cheek was not really caused by a drop of rain.
“Come, come,” said D’Artagnan, “more reason why we should start on our journey. Halloo, Grimaud!”
“Well, Grimaud, my friend, have you seen anything?” asked the Gascon.
“Nothing!” replied Grimaud.
“Those idiots!” cried Porthos,