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1. The Shade of Cardinal Richelieu.
"What company?"
"Treville's company."
"Lieutenant d'Artagnan."
"Yes, my lord."
"Yes, my lord."
"You, my lord?"
"How?"
"There is no doubt but that one of the chief ac-
complishments of a courtier is to know when to
forget."
3. Dead Animosities.
A bell resounded.
"I must leave you," said Du Tremblay; "I am
sent for to sign the release of a prisoner. I shall
be happy to meet you again, sir."
"Yes."
"For stealing."
"Married?"
"If not her husband, he is unquestionably her
lover."
"Yes. Why?"
"Almost."
"Planchet!"
"Really?"
"Indeed!"
"I do not send you away, but you have had the
small-pox and I am afraid that sitting up late
may tire you."
"Cardinal!"
"Yes, to-morrow."
"Yes, my lord."
"Apropos, what are the names of your friends?"
"With monsieur."
The boy, the hostess, and all the house had the
same regard for D'Artagnan that one would
have for Hercules should he return to earth to
repeat his twelve labors.
But when he was alone with the hostess he
said: "Now, pretty Madeleine, you know the
difference between a Swiss and a gentleman.
As for you, you have acted like a barmaid. So
much the worse for you, for by such conduct
you have lost my esteem and my patronage. I
have driven away the Swiss to humiliate you,
but I shall lodge here no longer. I will not sleep
where I must scorn. Ho, there, boy! Have my
valise carried to the Muid d'Amour, Rue des
Bourdonnais. Adieu, madame."
"Wholly yours,
"Aramis."
Planchet hesitated.
"No—not at all."
"And Aramis?"
"Where is he?"
"Which means?"
*A sacerdotal officer.
"What friends?"
"On honor?"
"That is true."
"Where is he gone?"
"There it is."
"Friquet."
"'Yes, my prince.'"
"'We have.'
"We? Why?"
"Well?"
"'He must certainly be at Noisy, or be coming
there this evening,' said the other; and that ap-
plies very well to you."
"What else?"
"I am."
"Him? whom?"
"Rascal!"
"No, it is Bazin."
"How?"
"From whom?"
"Did he die?"
"What! here?"
"As Enceladus."
"It is possible."
Aramis paused.
Then aloud:
"And he has taken his ancient name of Vallon?"
"Do you not see that the wind has blown off my
hat?"
"Capital!"
"Really?"
"Yes, a small declivity to the south, yonder on
my hill, gives me twenty hogsheads."
"I see you are spoiled, dear friend; you are cor-
pulent, your arm has no longer that movement
of which the late cardinal's guards have so
many proofs."
"Against whom?"
"Are you a politician, friend?"
"Yes, for his eminence will give you all that you
want—land, money, and titles."
Porthos sighed.
"No."
"But?"
"Zounds! my weapons."
"What weapons?"
"Vulcan."
Planchet alighted.
"Thou must add," said D'Artagnan, "that a gen-
tleman who is passing by wishes to have the
honor of paying his respects to the Comte de la
Fere, and if thou art satisfied with what thou
hearest, then mention my name!"
"Yes."
"And who had a lackey named Grimaud?" per-
sisted Planchet, who had prudently considered
that he couldn't have too much information.
Raoul bowed.
"But where is Louise?" asked the comte.
Athos smiled.
"Extremely."
Athos smiled.
"Yes."
"Never."
"What queen?"
"Wherefore?"
"Do so."
"Do you think it is time for us to enter the ser-
vice?"
"To be a baron."
"Toward Paris."
"Why?"
"How so?"
"Cardinal," he said.
"Marie de Montbazon.
Grimaud smiled.
"And then?"
"What! speak!"
"Why not?"
"Why?"
"Well?"
"Comte de Rochefort."
"Yes, my lord—Pentecost."
"In what?"
"In gastronomy?"
"Willingly, my lord."
"But tete-a-tete. Send the guards to take their
meal in the canteen of Monsieur de Chavigny;
we'll have a supper here under your direction."
"What?"
"Yes."
La Ramee laughed.
"Come," he said, "'tis a warning from Heaven.
Never commit such an imprudence as to try to
escape, except in your dreams."
Grimaud dictated.
"What next?"
"A gardener?"
Grimaud nodded.
Athos appeared.
He stopped short.
"Relating to him?"
"Well?"
Athos smiled.
"Certainly."
"Agreeable?"
"Undeniably."
"Witty?"
"Of whom?"
Athos smiled.
"Six o'clock."
"Where?"
"By his manner, sir, and his age; he's the second
to-day."
Athos smiled.
Raoul obeyed.
"Yes."
"What?"
"Immediately, I hope."
"Yes, my friend."
"The queen!"
D'Artagnan smiled.
D'Artagnan bowed.
"My lord, I saw him run off from the top of the
terrace."
"And you did not fire on him?"
"Absent."
"And La Ramee?"
Mazarin groaned.
"I, pardieu!"
"Why not?"
"Yes, my captain."
"Yes, if we can."
"What is it?"
"Well?"
"Yes, I heard."
"And——"
"And Madame de Montbazon is the mistress of
the Duc de Beaufort."
"Exactly so."
"Something bright."
"Impossible."
"Dead?"
"No, dying."
"Saddled?"
"In Paris?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Good."
"There," continued Athos, "either peace or war
will be decided; honor, at all events, will be
maintained!"
"'Yes, my lord.'
"'How much were they worth?'"
"What?"
"What do I see?"
"That he wouldn't swear."
"Swear what?"
"No."
"Attention, then!"
"You asked for candor and you have it. You ask
what I have against you; I tell you. And I have
the same sincerity to show you, if you wish,
Monsieur d'Herblay; I acted in a similar way to
you and you also deceived me."
Aramis hesitated.
"Very well, sir," said the host, "I'll give the pie
and the bottle of wine to your servant, and in
this way you will have the pen and ink into the
bargain."
30. Skirmishing.
"No sir."
"As ugly?"
"No, but reasonably hideous."
"Very well——"
"Just so."
"Thank you."
No reply.
"Yes, Buckingham."
"Beautiful?"
"Ravishingly."
"Blond?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"If she caused his death—you said that she
caused his death?"
"Was my mother!"
"Just so."
"What monk?"
"Milady?"
"Toward Paris."
"Yes."
"Explain yourself."
"I can tell you but one thing, sir, for the secret
you wish to know is not my own. You met a
monk, did you not?"
"Yes."
"Yes, my lord."
"Yes, my lord."
"Well enough to question him in that lan-
guage?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Lens."
Raoul bowed.
"By whom?"
"Faith, no."
"Grimaud."
Grimaud rose.
"Lord de Winter."
"Lord de Winter!" exclaimed the queen, "the
friend of my husband. Oh, bid him enter!"
"By whom?"
"Oliver Cromwell."
"Oliver Cromwell."
Mordaunt bowed.
"He has done so, sir, and this last battle, which
he encounters with resources much inferior to
those of the enemy, proves that he will not
yield without a struggle; but in case he is
beaten?"
"To the point, sir," said the queen, "to the point,
and answer me, yes or no; if the king persists in
remaining in England will you send him suc-
cor? If he comes to France will you accord him
hospitality? What do you intend to do? Speak."
Bernouin entered.
"Marechal de Grammont."
"Yes, my lord."
"Who is he?"
"Athos, my friend!"
"Who?"
"Milady's son."
"Mordaunt."
"Both."
"No, sir."
Athos smiled.
"Yes, if I return."
"Your
"D'Artagnan.
"Sausages!"
"But if he be a spy——"
"And wherefore?"
"Certainly, speak."
"Better, my lord."
"Diable! think what a solemn engagement you
are making; one has offered a wealthy shop-
keeper, the other a count; you are going, then,
to offer a prince, are you?"
"Certainly."
"Himself, my lord."
"Bravo!"
"Yes certainly."
"For what?"
"For everything."
"How is that?"
"Yes."
"For what?"
"Speak, speak."
Mazarin bowed.
"Well, he is a man."
"Six hundred."
"Monsieur le Prince."
"Last evening."
"And Paris?"
"What is it?"
"Impossibility."
"On paper."
"Troops?"
"Courage?"
"Plenty."
"Then the thing is easy. Oh! do think of it,
Giulio! Paris, this odious Paris, waking up one
morning without queen or king, surrounded,
besieged, famished—having for its sole re-
source its stupid parliament and their coadjutor
with crooked limbs!"
"You laugh."
"Look!" he said.
"Good."
"My friend," said D'Artagnan, turning to the
servant, "tell his eminence that in half an hour I
shall be at his command."
"Do you not think that they have sent for you,
both for the same thing?"
"No, madame."
"How so?"
"Probably."
"Yes."
"On my life."
"You are a hero, my friend," said Mazarin, gaz-
ing at the musketeer with admiration.
D'Artagnan smiled.
"Why so?"
"At midnight."
"Nevertheless——"
"Swear to be mute."
"With gratitude."
"Yes, my lord."
"Yes, my lord."
"And——"
"Yes, madame."
"I am."
"Monsieur d'Artagnan."
"Monsieur d'Artagnan!"
"Yes, certainly."
"Well, then, this noise of thunder, however
much your majesty may have wished to con-
tinue playing, has said, 'go in, sire. You must
do so.'"
Laporte entered.
Laporte obeyed.
"Perhaps."
"Got what?"
"But what?"
"Very well."
D'Artagnan went instantly to the hay dealer
and bargained with him for a hundred and fifty
trusses of straw, which he obtained, at the rate
of three pistoles each. He went afterward to the
innkeeper and bought from him two hundred
trusses at the same price. Finally, Farmer Louis
sold them eighty trusses, making in all four
hundred and thirty.
"From whom?"
"None, my lord."
"But the diamond I gave you yesterday?"
Mazarin sighed.
"He is asleep."
"Dreaming."
D'Artagnan continued:
"I did think of it, but this letter has neither date
nor postmark."
"He is at Constantinople."
"He is a glutton."
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, sir."
"The Standard."
"Very well; in half an hour we shall be on
board."
"Well?"
"Yes, sire."
Athos smiled.
"Lord Leven."
"Yes, sire."
"Yes, sire."
"I ask but one," said the king; "put the army in
battle array and face the enemy."
"I say, sire, that there is now but one way open.
Lord Winter answers for his regiment, or at
least very nearly so—we will not split straws
about words—let him place himself at the head
of his men, we will place ourselves at the side
of your majesty, and we will mow a swath
through Cromwell's army and reach Scotland."
Charles smiled.
"Sword in hand!"
"Your sword."
"Yes, sir."
"By me."
"Lord Winter."
"Most fearlessly."
"Yes, yes," murmured Cromwell; "the French
fight well; and if my glass was good and I mis-
take not, they were foremost in the fight."
Another pause.
"Wretched men!"
"Yes, to-night."
"Let them be off and return to their own coun-
try, there to hide their shame, if its hills are
high enough; I have nothing more to do with
them nor they with me. And now go, Mor-
daunt."
Mordaunt bowed.
"How is that?"
Athos arose.
"Come," he said, stretching out his hand to
D'Artagnan, "come, don't be sullen, my dear
son, for I have said all this to you, if not in the
tone, at least with the feelings of a father. It
would have been easier to me merely to have
thanked you for preserving my life and not to
have uttered a word of all this."
"Who?"
"Mordaunt."
It was Mordaunt.
"Go on, sir, I see what you wish to get at; and if
it is simply what I think that stops you, I can
obviate the difficulty."
"All right."
"Exactly."
"In a moment."
"No; be easy."
"Good."
"What is it?"
"My plan!"
"Yes, have you a plan?"
Grimaud appeared.
"What?"
"Blood!"
"Well?"
"To-morrow I am on guard."
"Impossible!"
"Adores it."
"Basset?"
"His mania."
"Biribi?"
"Revels in it."
"How so?"
"No."
"And why?"
D'Artagnan looked significantly toward Athos
and Aramis.
He turned up a king.
62. London.
"What is that?"
The man took his way toward the city. The four
friends followed him. The man, who had the
appearance of being a butcher, descended a
little steep and isolated street, looking on to the
river, with two of his friends. Arrived at the
bank of the river the three men perceived that
they were followed, turned around, and look-
ing insolently at the Frenchmen, passed some
jests from one to another.
64. Whitehall.
"I know not who can have uttered the cry," said
the king, "but the noise is easily understood. Do
you know that I am to be beheaded outside this
window? Well, these boards you hear unloaded
are the posts and planks to build my scaffold.
Some workmen must have fallen underneath
them and been hurt."
"Do not touch the axe," said the king, and re-
sumed his speech.
"A man."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Fatality!" he muttered.
"How so?"
"Possibly."
"No."
"What is he doing?"
"Irrevocably."
"Nor I either."
"Here it is, sir," and the sailor took from his coat
a handkerchief, tied at each corner.
"Nothing."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Good."
"I am ready."
"Nothing at all."
"Quite a canoe."
"Fasten it to the poop with a rope; put the oars
into it, so that it may follow in the track and
there will be nothing to do except to cut the
cord. Put a good supply of rum and biscuit in it
for the seamen; should the night happen to be
stormy they will not be sorry to find something
to console themselves with."
"Never fear."
"As for me," said Porthos, "I will see to the sup-
per."
"Port wine."
"Ah! port wine! 'tis a comfort," said the Gascon,
"since we shall not die of thirst. Are they all
full?"
"I," he said.
Blaisois obeyed.
The door of their cabin was opened. Two men,
wrapped in their cloaks, appeared.
"Here he is."
"Everything is ready."
"'Tis well."
"No."
"Captain Groslow."
"Oh! oh!"
"And do you know who is his lieutenant?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Yes."
Mordaunt reappeared.
"What then?"
"Amongst them the voyages of Jean Mocquet in
the time of Henry IV."
"Well?"
"All."
"Two gentlemen."
"From London."
"No."
"Yes."
"None, sir."
"And he lives?"
"Conditions?"
"Why not?"
"No."
"Why?"
Athos smiled.
"Where?"
"In person."
"Impossible!"
"Of whom?"
"Well?"
"Planchet, sir."
"I hope I have not made you wait too long, sir,"
said the duke; "at all events, here I am."
Aramis stopped.
"To whom?"
"What is it?"
"Aramis!" he cried.
"Why so?"
82. Precautions.
"Certainly."
"What then?"
"By Mordaunt."
"What is that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then you have seen him?"
"Certainly I have."
"Well?"
"Yes."
"Athos—a prisoner?"
"You know well," replied De Comminges, "that
there are no prisoners at Rueil, because there is
no prison."
"Yes—two soldiers."
"Not at all."
"To-morrow morning."
"Will you remember us to him and ask him to
solicit for me the same favor that he will have
obtained?"
"Never!"
"To travel—perhaps."
"But——"
"Sit down, dear friend, to table. When one is
eating, ideas flow easily. After supper, when
they are perfected, I will communicate my
plans to you."
"There!" he cried.
"Yes," he said.
"Nothing."
"Yes, I see."
"What, then?"
"Hush!"
"Good!"
"No, sir."
"Yes."
"Well?"
"Make ready!"
"Yes."
"How's that?"
"Yes, my lord."
Mazarin started.
86. Conferences.
"What?"
"Here it is."
"Yes."
"'Tis true."
"Yes."
"Without accident?"
Mazarin groaned.
"Touch it not!"
"Sixty."
"Really!"
"Impossible!"
"Owing to him?"
"Yes, he had us conducted into the orangery by
Monsieur Bernouin, his valet-de-chambre, and
from there we followed him to visit the Comte
de la Fere. Then he offered us our liberty and
we accepted it. He even went so far as to show
us the way out; he led us to the park wall,
which we climbed over without accident, and
then we fell in with Grimaud."
"Before a siege?"
"Suppose I refuse?"
"What?"
"Why did you not say all this before you took
action, sir?" she said.
"Here it is."
Anne hesitated.
"To think of the Parisians," soliloquized D'Art-
agnan, "offering only the other day, by an edict
of the parliament, six hundred thousand francs
to any man soever who would deliver up the
cardinal to them, dead or alive—if alive, in or-
der to hang him; if dead, to deny him the rites
of Christian burial!"
"What?"
"What next?"
"Yes."
"That is all."
"Nothing."
"Perhaps?"
"Why not?"
"Because he is in love."
"Well, go on."
"Well, he received in the scrimmage a sword
stroke on the head. That great giant who was
there gave it to him."
"No."
"I recollect!"
"What?" inquired D'Artagnan.