"Monsieur," said Athos, letting him go, "you are not polite; it is easy to perceive that you e from a distance."
D''Artagnan had already strode down three or four stairs, but at Athos''s last remark he stopped short.
"MORBLEU, monsieur!" said he, "however far I may e, it is not you who bsp;give me a lesson in good manners, I warn you."
"Perhaps," said Athos.
"Ah! If I were not in subsp;haste, and if I were not running after someone," said d''Artagnan.
"Monsieur Man-in-a-hurry, you bsp;find me without running--ME, you uand?"
"And where, I pray you?"
"Near the Carmes-Deschaux."
"At what hour?"
"About noon."
"About noon? That will do; I will be there."
"Endeavor not to make me wait; for at quarter past twelve I will bsp;off your ears as you run."
"Good!" cried d''Artagnan, "I will be there ten minutes before twelve." And he t off running as if the devil possd him, hoping that he might yet find the stranger, who slow pabsp;could not have carried him far.
But at the street gate, Porthos was talking with the soldier on guard. Between the two talkers there was just enough room for a man to pass. D''Artagnan thought it would suffibsp;for him, and he sprang forward like a dart between them. But d''Artagnan had reed without the wind. As he was about to pass, the wind blew out Porthos''s long cloak, and d''Artagnan rushed straight into the middle of it. Without doubt, Porthos had reasons for not abandoning this part of his vestments, for instead of quitting his hold on the flap in his hand, he pulled it toward him, so that d''Artagnan rolled himlf up in the velvet by a movement of rotation explained by the persistenbsp;of Porthos.
"Monsieur," said Athos, letting him go, "you are not polite; it is easy to perceive that you e from a distance."
D''Artagnan had already strode down three or four stairs, but at Athos''s last remark he stopped short.
"MORBLEU, monsieur!" said he, "however far I may e, it is not you who bsp;give me a lesson in good manners, I warn you."
"Perhaps," said Athos.
"Ah! If I were not in subsp;haste, and if I were not running after someone," said d''Artagnan.
"Monsieur Man-in-a-hurry, you bsp;find me without running--ME, you uand?"
"And where, I pray you?"
"Near the Carmes-Deschaux."
"At what hour?"
"About noon."
"About noon? That will do; I will be there."
"Endeavor not to make me wait; for at quarter past twelve I will bsp;off your ears as you run."
"Good!" cried d''Artagnan, "I will be there ten minutes before twelve." And he t off running as if the devil possd him, hoping that he might yet find the stranger, who slow pabsp;could not have carried him far.
But at the street gate, Porthos was talking with the soldier on guard. Between the two talkers there was just enough room for a man to pass. D''Artagnan thought it would suffibsp;for him, and he sprang forward like a dart between them. But d''Artagnan had reed without the wind. As he was about to pass, the wind blew out Porthos''s long cloak, and d''Artagnan rushed straight into the middle of it. Without doubt, Porthos had reasons for not abandoning this part of his vestments, for instead of quitting his hold on the flap in his hand, he pulled it toward him, so that d''Artagnan rolled himlf up in the velvet by a movement of rotation explained by the persistenbsp;of Porthos.