I expect you.'" "_Mordioux!_" said D'Artagnan, thoughtfully, "that was pressing, apparently." "I think so; therefore," continued Mousqueton, "monseigneur set out the very same day with his secretary, in order to endeavor to arrive in time." "And did he arrive in time ?" "I hope so.

Monseigneur, who is hasty, as you know, monsieur, repeated incessantly, '_Tonne Dieu!_ What can this mean?
The Equinox?
Never mind, a fellow must be well mounted to arrive before I do.'" "And you think Porthos will have arrived first, do you ?" asked D'Artagnan.
"I am sure of it.

This Equinox, however rich he may be, has certainly no horses so good as monseigneur's." D'Artagnan repressed his inclination to laugh, because the brevity of Aramis's letter gave rise to reflection.

He followed Mousqueton, or rather Mousqueton's chariot, to the castle.

He sat down to a sumptuous table, of which they did him the honors as to a king.