M.Fouquet has won my regard, and I have devoted myself to his service." "You couldn't do better; you will find him a very good master." Aramis bit his lips, and then said, "The best a man could possibly have." He then paused for a minute, D'Artagnan taking good care not to interrupt him.
"I suppose you know how Porthos got mixed up in all this ?" "No," said D'Artagnan: "I am curious, of course, but I never question a friend when he wishes to keep his real secret from me." "Well, then, I will tell you." "It is hardly worth the trouble, if the confidence is to bind me in any way." "Oh, do not be afraid: there is no man whom I love better than Porthos, because he is so simple-minded and good.

Porthos is so straightforward in everything.

Since I have become a bishop, I have looked for those simple natures, which make me love truth and hate intrigue." D'Artagnan simply stroked his mustache, but said nothing.
"I saw Porthos, and again cultivated his acquaintance; his own time hanging idly on his hands, his presence recalled my earlier and better days without engaging me in any present evil.

I sent for Porthos to come to Vannes.

M.Fouquet, whose regard for me is very great, having learned that Porthos and I were attached to each other by old ties of friendship, promised him increase of rank at the earliest promotion: and that is the whole secret." "I shall not abuse your confidence," said D'Artagnan.
"I am sure of that, my dear friend; no one has a finer sense of honor than yourself." "I flatter myself you are right, Aramis." "And now," and here the prelate looked searchingly and scrutinizingly at his friend--"now let us talk of ourselves and for ourselves.