not said good-morning to you, Monsieur d’Artagnan,” he said; “nevertheless, I have remarked you.
It was you who were behind my bed-curtains that night the Parisians wished to see me asleep.”
“And if the king permits me,” returned the Gascon, “I shall be near him always when there is danger to be encountered.”
“Sir,” said Mazarin to Porthos, “what would you do if the crowd fell upon us?”
“Kill as many as I could, my lord.”
“Hem! brave as you are and strong as you are, you could not kill them all.”
“‘Tis true,” answered Porthos, rising on