If she had been a great lady she would have fainted; but as she was only a procurator’s wife, she contented herself saying to the Musketeer with concentrated fury, "Eh, Monsieur Porthos, you don’t offer me any holy water?"
Al oír aquella voz, Porthos se sobresaltó como lo haría un hombre que se despierta tras un sueño de cien años.