It was a magnificent day.

Earthly perfumes were mingled with the perfumes of the air and the sea.

The city breathed happiness, joy, and strength.

D'Artagnan felt something like the presence of an invisible hand which had, all-powerfully, created this strength, this joy, this happiness, and spread everywhere these perfumes.
"Oh! oh!" said he, "Porthos has got fat; but Aramis is grown taller.".