Don Li-Leger paintings

Don Li-Leger paintings
David Hardy paintings On rejoining his three friends, D’Artagnan found them assembled in the same room. Athos was meditating, Porthos was twirling his moustache, Aramis was reading prayers in a charming little Book of Hours, bound in blue velvet.
“By Jove,” said he, “gentlemen, I hope what you have to tell me is worth the trouble; or else, I warn you, I will not pardon you for making me come here instead of getting a little rest, after a night spent in taking and dismantling a bastion. Ah! why were you not there, gentlemen? It was warm work.”
“We were in a place where it was not very cold!” replied Porthos, giving his moustache a twirl that was peculiar to him.
“Hush!” said Athos.
“Oh, ho!” said D’Artagnan, comprehending the musketeer’s slight frown; “it appears there is something new on hand.”
“Aramis,” said Athos, “you went to breakfast the day before yesterday at the tavern of the Infidel, I believe?”