"All at once, a tall, dark gentleman—just like yours, d'Artagnan."
"The same, perhaps," said he.
"Possibly," continued Aramis, "came toward me, accompanied by five or six men who followed about ten paces behind him; and in the politest tone, 'Monsieur Duke,' said he to me, 'and you madame,' continued he, addressing the lady on my arm—"
"The doctor's niece?"
"Hold your tongue, Porthos," said Athos; "you are insupportable."
"'—will you enter this carriage, and that without offering the least resistance, without making the least noise?'"