"And you, Monsieur du Vallon," said the king, "what have you to ask?
I am truly pleased to have it in my power to acknowledge the services of those who were faithful to my father." "Sire--" began Porthos, but he was unable to proceed with what he was going to say.
"Sire," exclaimed D'Artagnan, "this worthy gentleman is utterly overpowered by your majesty's presence, he who so valiantly sustained the looks and the fire of a thousand foes.

But, knowing what his thoughts are, I--who am more accustomed to gaze upon the sun--can translate them: he needs nothing, absolutely nothing; his sole desire is to have the happiness of gazing upon your majesty for a quarter of an hour." "You shall sup with me this evening," said the king, saluting Porthos with a gracious smile.
Porthos became crimson from delight and pride.

The king dismissed him, and D'Artagnan pushed him into the adjoining apartment, after he had embraced him warmly.
"Sit next to me at table," said Porthos in his ear.
"Yes, my friend." "Aramis is annoyed with me, I think." "Aramis has never liked you so much as he does now.

Fancy, it was I who was the means of his getting the cardinal's hat." "Of course," said Porthos.

"By the by, does the king like his guests to eat much at his table ?" "It is a compliment to himself if you do," said D'Artagnan, "for he himself possesses a royal appetite.".