Chapter 33: XXXII

XXXII A Procurator’s Dinner However brilliant had been the part played by Porthos in the duel, it had not made him forget the dinner of the procurator’s wife. On the morrow he received the last touches of Mousqueton’s brush for an hour, and took his way toward the Rue aux Ours with the steps of a man who was doubly in favor with fortune. His heart beat, but not like d’Artagnan’s with a young and impatient love. No; a more material interest stirred his blood. He was about at last to …