D'Artagnan will not be able to get out before daybreak.

Your horse is ready saddled; you will gain the first relay; by five o'clock in the morning you will have traversed fifteen leagues.
Come!" Aramis then assisted Porthos to dress, piece by piece, with as much celerity as the most skillful _valet de chambre_ could have done.
Porthos, half stupefied, let him do as he liked, and confounded himself in excuses.

When he was ready, Aramis took him by the hand, and led him, making him place his foot with precaution on every step of the stairs, preventing him running against door-frames, turning him this way and that, as if Aramis had been the giant and Porthos the dwarf.

Soul set fire to and animated matter.

A horse was waiting, ready saddled, in the courtyard.