“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, ‘ M. 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?’ ”

“He took you for Buckingham!” cried d’Artagnan.

“I believe so,” replied Aramis.