Mousqueton sighed again, more deeply than before.
“What is the matter? what ails you?” asked Porthos.
“I am cold, sir,” said Mousqueton.
“Impossible! your body is covered with a coating of fat which preserves it from the cold air.”
“Ah! sir, ‘tis this very coating of fat that makes me shiver.”
“How is that, Mousqueton?
“Alas! your honor, in the library of the Chateau of Bracieux there are a lot of books of travels.”
“Amongst them the voyages of Jean Mocquet in the time of Henry IV.”