Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 74 Page 19

“Ah!” said Porthos, “it is very pleasant to be able to say ‘the late Monsieur Mordaunt.’“

“My faith, yes,” said D’Artagnan. “But we must be going.”

The two immediately started across country toward the road to Paris, followed by Mousqueton, who, after being too cold all night, at the end of a quarter of an hour found himself too warm.