Aramis started, and turned to look at the musketeer, but the latter was engaged in earnest conversation with Saint-Aignan. Aramis continued to question Porthos, and when he had squeezed all the juice out of this enormous lemon he threw the peel aside. He turned toward his friend D'Artagnan, and clapping him on the shoulder, when Saint-Aignan had left him, the king's supper having been announced, said, "D'Artagnan." "Yes, my dear fellow," he replied. "We do not sup with his majesty, I believe?" "Yes, indeed, I do." "Can you give me ten minutes' conversation?" "Twenty, if you like. His majesty will take quite that time to get properly seated at table." "Where shall we talk, then?" "Here, upon these seats, if you like; the king has left, we can sit down, and the apartment is empty." "Let us sit down, then." They sat down, and Aramis took one of D'Artagnan's hands in his. "Tell me candidly, my dear friend, whether you have not counseled Porthos to distrust me a little?" "I admit I have, but not as you understand it. I saw that Porthos was bored to death, and I wished, by presenting him to the king, to do for him, and for you, what you would never do for yourselves." "What is that?" "Speak in your own praise." "And you have done it most nobly, I thank you." "And I brought the cardinal's hat a little nearer, just as it seemed to be retreating from you." "Ah! I admit that," said Aramis, with a singular smile, "you are, indeed, not to be matched for making your friends' fortunes for them." "You see, then, that I only acted with the view of making Porthos' fortune for him." "I meant to have done that myself; but your arm reaches farther than ours." It was now D'Artagnan's turn to smile. "Come," said Aramis, "we ought to deal truthfully with each other; do you still love me, D'Artagnan?" "The same as I used to do," replied D'Artagnan, without compromising himself too much by this reply. "In that case, thanks; and now for the most perfect frankness," said Aramis: "you came to Belle-Isle for the king." "Pardieu!" "You wished to deprive us of the pleasure of offering Belle-Isle completely fortified to the king." "But before I could deprive you of that pleasure, I ought to have been made acquainted with your intention of doing so." "You came to Belle-Isle without knowing anything?" "Of you? yes. How the devil could I imagine that Aramis had become so clever an engineer, as to be able to fortify like Polybius or Archimedes?" "True. And yet you divined me yonder?" "Oh! yes. "And Porthos, too?" "I did not divine that Aramis was an engineer. I was only able to divine that Porthos might have become one. There is a saying, one becomes an orator, one is born a poet; but it has never been said, one is born Porthos, and one becomes an engineer." "Your wit is always amusing," said Aramis coldly. "Well, then, I will go on?" "Do so." "When you found out our secret, you made all the haste you could to communicate it to the king."