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Porthos
did
not
feel
the
ridicule
of
this
,
and
took
it
for
a
piece
of
simplicity
,
at
which
he
laughed
in
his
large
mustache
.
Mme.
Coquenard
,
who
knew
that
a
simple-minded
procurator
was
a
very
rare
variety
in
the
species
,
smiled
a
little
,
and
colored
a
great
deal
.
M.
Coquenard
had
,
since
the
arrival
of
Porthos
,
frequently
cast
his
eyes
with
great
uneasiness
upon
a
large
chest
placed
in
front
of
his
oak
desk
.
Porthos
comprehended
that
this
chest
,
although
it
did
not
correspond
in
shape
with
that
which
he
had
seen
in
his
dreams
,
must
be
the
blessed
coffer
,
and
he
congratulated
himself
that
the
reality
was
several
feet
higher
than
the
dream
.
M.
Coquenard
did
not
carry
his
genealogical
investigations
any
further
;
but
withdrawing
his
anxious
look
from
the
chest
and
fixing
it
upon
Porthos
,
he
contented
himself
with
saying
,
"
Monsieur
our
cousin
will
do
us
the
favor
of
dining
with
us
once
before
his
departure
for
the
campaign
,
will
he
not
,
Madame
Coquenard
?
"
This
time
Porthos
received
the
blow
right
in
his
stomach
,
and
felt
it
.
It
appeared
likewise
that
Mme.
Coquenard
was
not
less
affected
by
it
on
her
part
,
for
she
added
,
"
My
cousin
will
not
return
if
he
finds
that
we
do
not
treat
him
kindly
;
but
otherwise
he
has
so
little
time
to
pass
in
Paris
,
and
consequently
to
spare
to
us
,
that
we
must
entreat
him
to
give
us
every
instant
he
can
call
his
own
previous
to
his
departure
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
legs
,
my
poor
legs
!
where
are
you
?
"
murmured
Coquenard
,
and
he
tried
to
smile
.
This
succor
,
which
came
to
Porthos
at
the
moment
in
which
he
was
attacked
in
his
gastronomic
hopes
,
inspired
much
gratitude
in
the
Musketeer
toward
the
procurator
's
wife
.
The
hour
of
dinner
soon
arrived
.
They
passed
into
the
eating
room
--
a
large
dark
room
situated
opposite
the
kitchen
.
The
clerks
,
who
,
as
it
appeared
,
had
smelled
unusual
perfumes
in
the
house
,
were
of
military
punctuality
,
and
held
their
stools
in
hand
quite
ready
to
sit
down
.
Their
jaws
moved
preliminarily
with
fearful
threatenings
.
"
Indeed
!
"
thought
Porthos
,
casting
a
glance
at
the
three
hungry
clerks
--
for
the
errand
boy
,
as
might
be
expected
,
was
not
admitted
to
the
honors
of
the
magisterial
table
,
"
in
my
cousin
's
place
,
I
would
not
keep
such
gourmands
!
They
look
like
shipwrecked
sailors
who
have
not
eaten
for
six
weeks
.
"
M.
Coquenard
entered
,
pushed
along
upon
his
armchair
with
casters
by
Mme.
Coquenard
,
whom
Porthos
assisted
in
rolling
her
husband
up
to
the
table
.
He
had
scarcely
entered
when
he
began
to
agitate
his
nose
and
his
jaws
after
the
example
of
his
clerks
.
