"What, you stouter?"
"So much so that I am now bigger than the baron. Would you believe it, monsieur?"
"Parbleu! it seems to me that is quite evident."
"Do you see, stupid?" said Porthos, "that is quite evident."
"Be still, my dear Porthos," resumed D'Artagnan, becoming slightly impatient. "I don't understand why your clothes should not fit you, because Mouston has grown stouter."
"I am going to explain it," said Porthos. "You remember having related to me the story of the Roman general, Antony, who had always seven wild boars kept roasting, each cooked up to a different point; so that he might be able to have his dinner at any time of the day he chose to ask for it. Well, then, I resolved, as at any time I might be invited to court to spend a week, I resolved to have always seven suits ready for the occasion."
"Capitally reasoned, Porthos—only a man must have a fortune like yours to gratify such whims. Without counting the time lost in being measured, the fashions are always changing."
"That is exactly the point," said Porthos, "in regard to which I flatter myself I had hit on a very ingenious device."
"Tell me what it is; for I don't doubt your genius."
"You remember what Mouston once was, then?"
"Yes; when he used to call himself Mousqueton."
"And you remember, too, the period when he began to grow fatter?"
"No, not exactly. I beg your pardon, my good Mouston."
"Oh! you are not in fault, monsieur," said Mouston graciously. "You were in Paris, and as for us, we were at Pierrefonds."
"Well, well, my dear Porthos, there was a time when Mouston began to grow fat. Is that what you wished to say?"
"Yes, my friend; and I greatly rejoice over the period."
"Indeed, I believe you do!" exclaimed D'Artagnan.
"You understand," continued Porthos, "what a world of trouble it spared me."
"No, I do not, though."
"Look here, my friend. In the first place, as you have said, to be measured is a loss of time, even though it occur only once a fortnight. And then, one may be traveling; and then you wish to have seven suits always with you. In short, I have a horror of letting any one take my measure.
