The procurator's wife took Porthos into an adjoining room, and they began to lay the basis of a reconciliation.
"You can come and dine three times a week," said Mme. Coquenard.
"Thanks, madame!" said Porthos, "but I don't like to abuse your kindness; besides, I must think of my outfit!"
"That's true," said the procurator's wife, groaning, "that unfortunate outfit!"
"Alas, yes," said Porthos, "it is so."
"But of what, then, does the equipment of your company consist, Monsieur Porthos?"
"Oh, of many things!" said Porthos. "The Musketeers are, as you know, picked soldiers, and they require many things useless to the Guardsmen or the Swiss."