“To what fripperies do you refer?” The sofa Porthos sits upon is the same one that came with the apartment, the glasses they drink out of were here when Athos arrived. The things Athos does purchase – clothes, when he needs them, wine, the occasional book – are of a superior quality, but by and large, he spends his small income on very little beyond the necessities. He isn’t sure he could if he wanted to, for he is no longer the rich man he once was.

Even if that were not the case, Porthos has no right to judge him. “You do what you do because you are a thief.”