"That is what I told him," says Aramis, not able to suppress the stern glance he sends Porthos' way, but his expression brightens at the clear pleasure on Athos' face.

"He has found his formula!" he declares, clapping his hands together. "Every man's cup is unique. There is no end to the fascination of watching them ordered in cafes. We will have to go with you - they speak an odd language there, at times English and at times Italian, but never fully either."