Athos, who still suffered grievously from his wound, though it had been dressed anew by M. de Treville’s surgeon, was seated on a post and waiting for his adversary with hat in hand, his feather even touching the ground.
Athosnak azóta is szörnyen fájt a sebe, jóllehet Tréville úr seborvosa közben átkötötte; most egy sarokkövön ült, úgy várta ellenfelét; éppoly nyugodt és méltóságteljes volt, mint mindig.