“What?” The momentary illusion that he might have found someone who cares about his wellbeing, however triflingly, vanishes. Porthos cares about his own base interests, and Athos’ purse – nothing more.

Athos purses his lips. Does Porthos really think it generous to suggest Athos use his money in any way he insists? “Do you make such demands of all your friends?” he deadpans. “Take your book. I don’t want your gifts, or your company.”

Katherine often calls him foolish and softhearted. She is probably right, he thinks. Next time Porthos steals from him, he will contact the authorities.