Aramis, blushing in spite of himself, took the letter, which was in a large, coarse hand and not particular for its orthography.
"Good God!" cried he, laughing, "I quite despair of my poor Michon; she will never write like Monsieur de Voiture."
"What does you mean by boor Michon?" said the Swiss, who was chatting with the four friends when the letter came.