Porthos was magnificent; his spurs jingled, his cuirass glittered, his sword knocked proudly against his ample limbs.

This time the clerks evinced no inclination to laugh, such a real ear clipper did Porthos appear.
The Musketeer was introduced to M.Coquenard, whose little gray eyes sparkled with anger at seeing his cousin all blazing new.

Nevertheless, one thing afforded him inward consolation; it was expected by everybody that the campaign would be a severe one.

He whispered a hope to himself that this beloved relative might be killed in the field.
Porthos paid his compliments to M.Coquenard and bade him farewell.

M.
Coquenard wished him all sorts of prosperities.