"I would have sworn," Porthos said, dropping his massive frame into his chair, "that I saw young d'Artagnan here."<br/><br/>"That, Porthos, is because you have the keen and piercing gaze of eagles."<br/><br/>"Then why has he not deigned to wait and greet me?"<br/><br/>"Because young d'Artagnan has more interest in the sweet song and soft breast of a dove."<br/><br/>Porthos laughed at that. "I take your meaning.  And yet, we are unresolved."<br/><br/>"Unresolved?  How?"<br/><br/>"For you perceive that I have wine sufficient for three!"<br/><br/>"And I, you perceive, have a plan."<br/><br/>"Have you, now?  Pray, then, and unfurl."<br/><br/>'First, we each drink our share of the  wine."<br/><br/>"Most excellent.  And then?"<br/><br/>"If d'Artagnan has not returned by then, why, we drink nis share as well."<br/><br/>Porthos laughed.