"I did meet a lovely woman, although she hasn't been around lately," Porthos tells his friend, fondness clear in his tone and gaze as he speaks of Phryne. "From the twentieth century, a land called Australia - New Holland, I think. But I'd no more take her away from her adventures than she'd take me away from my soldiering." Since Alice, he's resigned himself to not settling down. He knows who his true love is.