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The
name
of
Porthos
produced
its
effect
upon
the
clerks
,
who
began
to
laugh
;
but
Porthos
turned
sharply
round
,
and
every
countenance
quickly
recovered
its
gravity
.
They
reached
the
office
of
the
procurator
after
having
passed
through
the
antechamber
in
which
the
clerks
were
,
and
the
study
in
which
they
ought
to
have
been
.
This
last
apartment
was
a
sort
of
dark
room
,
littered
with
papers
.
On
quitting
the
study
they
left
the
kitchen
on
the
right
,
and
entered
the
reception
room
.
All
these
rooms
,
which
communicated
with
one
another
,
did
not
inspire
Porthos
favorably
.
Words
might
be
heard
at
a
distance
through
all
these
open
doors
.
Then
,
while
passing
,
he
had
cast
a
rapid
,
investigating
glance
into
the
kitchen
;
and
he
was
obliged
to
confess
to
himself
,
to
the
shame
of
the
procurator
's
wife
and
his
own
regret
,
that
he
did
not
see
that
fire
,
that
animation
,
that
bustle
,
which
when
a
good
repast
is
on
foot
prevails
generally
in
that
sanctuary
of
good
living
.
The
procurator
had
without
doubt
been
warned
of
his
visit
,
as
he
expressed
no
surprise
at
the
sight
of
Porthos
,
who
advanced
toward
him
with
a
sufficiently
easy
air
,
and
saluted
him
courteously
.
"
We
are
cousins
,
it
appears
,
Monsieur
Porthos
?
"
said
the
procurator
,
rising
,
yet
supporting
his
weight
upon
the
arms
of
his
cane
chair
.
The
old
man
,
wrapped
in
a
large
black
doublet
,
in
which
the
whole
of
his
slender
body
was
concealed
,
was
brisk
and
dry
.
His
little
gray
eyes
shone
like
carbuncles
,
and
appeared
,
with
his
grinning
mouth
,
to
be
the
only
part
of
his
face
in
which
life
survived
.
Unfortunately
the
legs
began
to
refuse
their
service
to
this
bony
machine
.
During
the
last
five
or
six
months
that
this
weakness
had
been
felt
,
the
worthy
procurator
had
nearly
become
the
slave
of
his
wife
.
The
cousin
was
received
with
resignation
,
that
was
all
.
M.
Coquenard
,
firm
upon
his
legs
,
would
have
declined
all
relationship
with
M.
Porthos
.
"
Yes
,
monsieur
,
we
are
cousins
,
"
said
Porthos
,
without
being
disconcerted
,
as
he
had
never
reckoned
upon
being
received
enthusiastically
by
the
husband
.
"
By
the
female
side
,
I
believe
?
"
said
the
procurator
,
maliciously
.
