His head hanging down, his eye dull, his speech slow and painful, Athos would look for hours together at his bottle, his glass, or at Grimaud, who, accustomed to obey him by signs, read in the faint glance of his master his least desire, and satisfied it immediately.
Con la cabeza baja, los ojos sin brillo, la palabra pesada y penosa, Athos miraba durante largas horas bien su botella y su vaso, bien a Grimaud que, habituado a obedecerle por señas, leía en la mirada átona de su señor hasta el menor deseo, que satisfacía al punto.