You have no idea how delicate an _omelette_ is, if made of four or five hundred eggs of linnets, chaffinches, starlings, blackbirds, and thrushes." "But five hundred eggs is perfectly monstrous!" "A salad-bowl will hold them easily enough," said Porthos.
D'Artagnan looked at Porthos admiringly for full five minutes, as if he had seen him for the first time, while Porthos spread his chest out joyously and proudly.

They remained in this state several minutes, Porthos smiling, and D'Artagnan looking at him.

D'Artagnan was evidently trying to give the conversation a new turn.

"Do you amuse yourself much here, Porthos ?" he asked at last, very likely after he had found out what he was searching for.
"Not always." "I can imagine that; but when you get thoroughly bored, by and by, what do you intend to do ?" "Oh! I shall not be here for any length of time.

Aramis is waiting until the last bump on my head disappears, in order to present me to the king, who I am told cannot endure the sight of a bump." "Aramis is still in Paris, then ?" "No." "Whereabouts is he, then ?" "At Fontainebleau." "Alone ?" "With M.Fouquet." "Very good.