“Porthos, my friend,” said D’Artagnan, “don’t distrust Providence! Let me meditate and consider.”
“Meditate and consider as much as you like,” replied Porthos, who was now quite out of humor at seeing things take this turn.
“We have walked eight paces,” whispered D’Artagnan, “and gone up six steps, so hereabouts is the pavilion called the pavilion of the orangery. The Comte de la Fere cannot be far off, only the doors are locked.”
“That is a slight difficulty,” said Porthos, “and a good push with the shoulders — — ”
“For God’s sake, Porthos my friend, reserve your feats of strength, or