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In Which the Reader will be Delighted to Find that Porthos.
Has Lost Nothing of His Muscularity.
D'Artagnan had, according to his usual style, calculated that every hour is worth sixty minutes, and every minute worth sixty seconds.

Thanks to this perfectly exact calculation of minutes and seconds, he reached the superintendent's door at the very moment the soldier was leaving it with his belt empty.

D'Artagnan presented himself at the door, which a porter with a profusely embroidered livery held half opened for him.

D'Artagnan would very much have liked to enter without giving his name, but this was impossible, and so he gave it.