by Alexandre Dumas, Twenty Years After — Chapter 6… (1845)
“ D'Artagnan looked out and at the corner of Rue Montmartre saw the hostess coming along hanging to the arm of an enormous Swiss, who tiptoed in his walk with a magnificent air which pleasantly reminded him of his old friend Porthos."Is that monsieur?" said D'Artagnan to himself. "Oh! Oh! He has grown a good deal, it seems to me." And he sat down in the hall, choosing a conspicuous place.The hostess, as she entered, saw D'Artagnan and uttered a little cry, whereupon D'Artagnan, judging that he had been recognized, rose, ran to her and embraced her tenderly. ”
