“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.”