for Porthos. Porthos was delighted; and yet during the entire repast he seemed to be preoccupied.
“What was the matter with you, baron?” D’Artagnan said to him as they descended the staircase of the Palais Royal.
“You seemed at dinner to be anxious about something.”
“I was trying,” said Porthos, “to recall where I had seen that mendicant whom I must have killed.”
“And you couldn’t remember?”
“Well, search, my friend, search; and when you have found, you will tell me, will you not?”
“Pardieu!” said Porthos.