Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 84 Page 2

“Well?” said D’Artagnan, at last.

“Well!” repeated Porthos.

“You were saying, my dear friend — — ”

“No; I said nothing.”

“Yes; you were saying you wished to leave this place.”

“Ah, indeed!

the will was never wanting.”

“To get away you would not mind, you added, knocking down a door or a wall.”

“‘Tis true — I said so, and I say it again.”

“And I answered you, Porthos, that it was not a good plan; that we couldn’t go a hundred steps without being recaptured, because we were without clothes to disguise ourselves and arms to defend ourselves.”