"How droll that is!" said he, in the same voice.
"Not so loud, Porthos, not so loud." "True, true!" and he lowered his voice a half-note.
"I was going to say," continued Porthos, "that it is droll that we are never so slow as when we are in a hurry, and never make so much noise as when we wish to be silent." "Yes, that is true; but let us give the proverb the lie, Porthos; let us make haste, and hold our tongue." "You see I am doing my best," said Porthos, putting on his _haut de chausses_.
"Very well." "This is something in haste ?" "It is more than that, it is serious, Porthos." "Oh, oh!" "D'Artagnan has questioned you, has he not ?" "Questioned me ?" "Yes, at Belle-Isle ?" "Not the least in the world." "Are you sure of that, Porthos ?" "_Parbleu!_" "It is impossible.

Recollect yourself." "He asked me what I was doing, and I told him--studying topography.

I would have made use of another word which you employed one day." "'Castrametation' ?" "Yes, that's it; but I never could recollect it." "All the better.

What more did he ask you ?" "Who M.Getard was." "Next ?" "Who M.Jupenet was." "He did not happen to see our plan of fortifications, did he ?" "Yes." "The devil he did!" "But don't be alarmed, I had rubbed out your writing with India-rubber.
It was impossible for him to suppose you had given me any advice in those works." "Ay; but our friend has phenomenally keen eyes." "What are you afraid of ?" "I fear that everything is discovered, Porthos; the matter is, then, to prevent a great misfortune.

I have given orders to my people to close all the gates and doors.