Well, I will say one more word to you, which will bring you on your knees; monsieur is not only a friend of mine, but more, a friend of M.Fouquet's." "Ah! ah!" exclaimed the tailor, "that is another thing." Then turning to Porthos, "Monsieur le baron is attached to the superintendent ?" he inquired.
"I am attached to myself," shouted Porthos, at the very moment that the tapestry was raised to introduce a new speaker in the dialogue.

Moliere was all observation, D'Artagnan laughed, Porthos swore.
"My dear Percerin," said D'Artagnan, "you will make a dress for the baron.

'Tis I who ask you." "To you I will not say nay, captain." "But that is not all; you will make it for him at once." "'Tis impossible within eight days." "That, then, is as much as to refuse, because the dress is wanted for the _fete_ at Vaux." "I repeat that it is impossible," returned the obstinate old man.
"By no means, dear Monsieur Percerin, above all if _I_ ask you," said a mild voice at the door, a silvery voice which made D'Artagnan prick up his ears.

It was the voice of Aramis.
"Monsieur d'Herblay!" cried the tailor.
"Aramis," murmured D'Artagnan.
"Ah! our bishop!" said Porthos.
"Good morning, D'Artagnan; good morning, Porthos; good-morning, my dear friends," said Aramis.

"Come, come, M.Percerin, make the baron's dress; and I will answer for it you will gratify M.Fouquet." And he accompanied the words with a sign, which seemed to say, "Agree, and dismiss them." It appeared that Aramis had over Master Percerin an influence superior even to D'Artagnan's, for the tailor bowed in assent, and turning round upon Porthos, said, "Go and get measured on the other side." Porthos colored in a formidable manner.