their names — D’Artagnan and Porthos?”
“D’Artagnan and Porthos.”
“Ah, yes. You understand, then, Comte de la Fere, you understand, Chevalier d’Herblay, that I am altogether and always at your service.”
Athos and Aramis bowed and went out.
“My dear Athos,” cried Aramis, “I think you consented to accompany me only to give me a lesson — God forgive me!”
“Wait a little, Aramis; it will be time for you to perceive my motive when we have paid our visit to the coadjutor.”
“Let us then go to the archiepiscopal palace,” said Aramis.