At this Athos would smile, with his charming, melancholy smile, which so became his noble countenance, and Porthos would drink, swearing that Aramis would never be anything but a village CURE.
Entonces Athos sonreía con aquella encantadora sonrisa melancólica que tan bien sentaba a su noble figura, y Porthos bebía jurando que Aramis no sería nunca más que un cura de aldea.