The foreman, who remarked what was passing in his master's mind, said, "Take care; he is not gone yet." "Have you any fruit here ?" said Porthos, as he went upstairs to the _entresol_, where it had just been announced that some refreshment was prepared.
"Alas!" thought the grocer, addressing a look at D'Artagnan full of entreaty, which the latter half understood.
As soon as they had finished eating they set off.

It was late when the three riders, who had left Paris about six in the evening, arrived at Fontainebleau.

The journey had passed very agreeably.

Porthos took a fancy to Planchet's society, because the latter was very respectful in his manners and seemed delighted to talk to him about his meadows, his woods, and his rabbit-warrens.

Porthos had all the taste and pride of a landed proprietor.
When D'Artagnan saw his two companions in earnest conversation, he took the opposite side of the road, and letting his bridle drop upon his horse's neck, separated himself from the whole world, as he had done from Porthos and from Planchet.