Etext of The Man In The Iron Mask by Alexandre Dumas 1846 Chapter I: Two Old Friends WHILE EVERY

ONE AT court was busy with his own affairs, a man mysteriously took up his post behind the Place de Greve, in the house which we once saw besieged by d'Artagnan on the occasion of a riot. The principal entrance of this house was in the Place Baudoyer. The house was tolerably large, surrounded by gardens, enclosed in the Rue St. Jean by the shops of tool-makers, which protected it from prying looks; and was walled in by a triple rampart of stone, noise, and verdure, like an embalmed mummy in its triple coffin. The man to whom we have just alluded walked along with a firm step, although he was no longer in his early prime. His dark cloak and long sword outlined beneath the cloak plainly revealed a man seeking adventures; and judging from his curling mustaches, his fine and smooth skin, as seen under his sombrero, the gallantry of his adventures was unquestionable. In fact, hardly had the cavalier entered the house, when the clock of St. Gervais struck eight; and ten minutes afterwards a lady, followed by an armed servant, approached and knocked at the same door, which an old woman immediately opened for her. The lady raised her veil as she entered; though no longer a beauty, she was still a woman; she was no longer young, yet she was sprightly and of an imposing carriage. She concealed, beneath a rich toilet of exquisite taste, an age which Ninon de l'Enclos alone could have smiled at with impunity. Hardly had she reached the vestibule, when the cavalier, whose features we have only roughly sketched, advanced towards her, holding out his hand. "Good-day, my dear Duchess," he said. "How do you do, my dear Aramis?" replied the duchess. He led her to an elegantly furnished apartment, on whose high windows were reflected the expiring rays of the setting sun, which filtered through the dark crests of some adjoining firs. They sat down side by side. Neither of them thought of asking for additional light in the room, and they buried themselves thus in the shadow, as if they had wished to bury themselves in forgetfulness. "Chevalier," said the duchess, "you have never given me a single sign of life since our interview at Fontainebleau; and I confess that your presence there on the day of the Franciscan's death, and your initiation in certain secrets, caused me the liveliest astonishment I ever experienced in my whole life." "I can explain my presence there to you, as well as my initiation," said Aramis. "But let us, first of all," replied the duchess, quickly, "talk a little of ourselves, for our friendship is by no means of recent date." "Yes, Madame; and if Heaven wills it, we shall continue to be friends,- I will not say for a long time, but forever." "That is quite certain, Chevalier, and my visit is a proof of it." "Our interests, Madame the Duchess, are no longer the same that they used to be," said Aramis, smiling without reserve in the dim light, which could not show that his smile was less agreeable and less bright than formerly. "No, Chevalier, at the present day we have other interests. Every period of life brings its own; and as we now understand each other in conversing as perfectly as we formerly did without saying a word, let us talk, if you like."

"I am at your orders, Duchess. Ah! I beg your pardon; how did you obtain my address, and what was your object?" "You ask me why? I have told you. Curiosity, in the first place. I wished to know what you could have to do with the Franciscan with whom I had certain business, and who died so singularly. You know that on the occasion of our interview at Fontainebleau, in the cemetery, at the foot of the grave so recently closed, we were both so much overcome by our emotions that we omitted to confide anything to each other." "Yes, Madame." "Well, then, I had no sooner left you than I repented, and have ever since been most anxious to ascertain the truth. You know that Madame de Longueville and myself are almost one, I suppose?" "I was not aware of it," said Aramis, discreetly. "I remembered, then," continued the duchess, "that neither of us said anything to the other in the cemetery; that you did not speak of the relationship in which you stood to the Franciscan, whose burial you had superintended, and that I did not refer to the position in which I stood to him,- all which seemed to me very unworthy of two such old friends as ourselves; and I have sought an opportunity of an interview with you in order to give you proof that I am devoted to you, and that Marie Michon, now no more, has left behind her a ghost with a good memory." Aramis bowed over the duchess's hand, and pressed his lips upon it. "You must have had some trouble to find me again," he said. "Yes," answered the duchess, annoyed to find the subject taking a turn which Aramis wished to give it; "but I knew that you were a friend of M. Fouquet, and so I inquired in that direction." "A friend! Oh," exclaimed the chevalier, "you exaggerate, Madame! A poor priest who has been favored by so generous a protector, and whose heart is full of gratitude and devotion to him, is all that I am to M. Fouquet." "He made you a bishop?" "Yes, Duchess." "So, my fine musketeer, that is your retirement!" "In the same way that political intrigue is for yourself," thought Aramis. "And so," he said, "you inquired after me at M. Fouquet's?" "Easily enough. You had been to Fontainebleau with him, and had undertaken a voyage to your diocese,- which is Belle-Isle-en-Mer, I believe." "No, Madame," said Aramis; "my diocese is Vannes." "I meant that. I only thought that Belle-Isle-en-Mer-" "Is a property belonging to M. Fouquet,- nothing more." "Ah! I had been told that Belle-Isle was fortified; besides, I know that you are a military man, my friend." "I have forgotten everything of the kind since I entered the church," said Aramis, annoyed. "Very well. I then learned that you had returned from Vannes, and I sent to one of our friends, M. le Comte de la Fere, who is discretion itself; but he answered that he was not aware of your address." "So like Athos," thought the bishop; "that which is actually good never alters." "Well, then, you know that I cannot venture to show myself here, and that the Queen-Mother has always some grievance or other against me." "Yes, indeed; and I am surprised at it." "Oh, there are various reasons for it! But, to continue, being obliged to conceal myself, I was fortunate enough to meet with M. d'Artagnan,- one of your old friends, I believe." "A friend of mine still, Duchess."

"He gave me some information, and sent me to M. de Baisemeaux, the governor of the Bastille." Aramis started; and a light flashed from his eyes in the darkness of the room which he could not conceal from his keen-sighted friend. "M. de Baisemeaux!" he said; "why did d'Artagnan send you to M. de Baisemeaux?" "I cannot tell you." "What can this possibly mean?" said the bishop, summoning all the resources of his mind to his aid, in order to carry on the combat in a befitting manner. "M. de Baisemeaux is greatly indebted to you, d'Artagnan told me." "True, he is so." "And the address of a creditor is as easily ascertained as that of a debtor." "Also very true; and so Baisemeaux indicated to you-" "St. Mande, where I forwarded a letter to you-" "Which I have in my hand, and which is most precious to me," said Aramis, "because I am indebted to it for the pleasure of seeing you." The duchess, satisfied at having so successfully passed over the various difficulties of so delicate an explanation, began to breathe freely again; which Aramis, however, could not succeed in doing. "We had got as far as your visit to Baisemeaux, I believe?" said he. "Nay," said the duchess, laughing, "further than that." "In that case we must have been speaking about your grudge against the Queen-Mother." "Further still," returned the duchess, "further still; we were talking of the connection-" "Which existed between you and the Franciscan," said Aramis, interrupting her eagerly; "well, I am listening to you very attentively." "It is easily explained," returned the duchess, making up her mind. "You know that I am living at Brussels with M. de Laicques?" "I have heard so, Madame." "You know that my children have ruined and stripped me of everything?" "How terrible, dear Duchess!" "Terrible, indeed! This obliged me to resort to some means of obtaining a livelihood, and particularly to avoid vegetating. I had old hatreds to turn to account, old friendships to serve; I no longer had either credit or protectors." "You, too, who had extended protection towards so many persons," said Aramis, blandly. "It is always the case, Chevalier. Well, at that time I saw the King of Spain." "Ah!" "Who had just nominated a general of the Jesuits, according to the usual custom." "Is it usual, indeed?" "Were you not aware of it?" "I beg your pardon; I was inattentive." "You must be aware of that,- you who were on such good terms with the Franciscan." "With the general of the Jesuits, you mean?" "Exactly. Well, then, I saw the King of Spain, who wished to do me a service, but was unable. He gave me recommendations, however, to Flanders, both for myself and for Laicques, and conferred a pension on me out of the funds of the order." "Of Jesuits?" "Yes. The general- I mean the Franciscan- was sent to me; and in order to give regularity to the transaction, in accordance with the statutes of the order, I was reputed to be in a position to render

certain services. You are aware that that is the rule?" "I was not aware of it." Madame de Chevreuse paused to look at Aramis, but it was quite dark. "Well, such is the rule," she resumed. "I ought, therefore, to seem to possess a power of usefulness of some kind or other. I proposed to travel for the order, and I was placed on the list of affiliated travellers. You understand that it was a formality, by means of which I received my pension, which was very convenient for me." "Good Heavens! Duchess, what you tell me is like a dagger-thrust to me. You obliged to receive a pension from the Jesuits?" "No, Chevalier; from Spain." "Ah! except as a conscientious scruple, Duchess, you will admit that it is pretty nearly the same thing." "No, not at all." "But, surely, of your magnificent fortune there must remain-" "Dampierre is all that remains." "And that is handsome enough." "Yes; but Dampierre is burdened, mortgaged, and somewhat in ruins, like its owner." "And can the Queen-Mother see all that without shedding a tear?" said Aramis, with a penetrating look, which encountered nothing but the darkness. "Yes, she has forgotten everything." "You have, I believe, Duchess, attempted to get restored to favor?" "Yes; but, most singularly, the young King inherits the antipathy that his dear father had for me. Ah, you too will tell me that I am indeed a woman to be hated, and that I am no longer one who can be loved." "Dear Duchess, pray arrive soon at the circumstance which brought you here; for I think we can be of service to each other." "Such has been my own thought. I came to Fontainebleau, then, with a double object in view. In the first place, I was summoned there by the Franciscan whom you knew. By the by, how did you know him?- for I have told you my story, and have not yet heard yours." "I knew him in a very natural way, Duchess. I studied theology with him at Parma; we became fast friends, but it happened, from time to time, that business or travels or war separated us from each other." "You were, of course, aware that he was the general of the Jesuits?" "I suspected it." "But by what extraordinary chance did you come to the hotel where the affiliated travellers had met together?" "Oh," said Aramis, in a calm voice, "it was the merest chance in the world! I was going to Fontainebleau to see M. Fouquet, for the purpose of obtaining an audience of the King. I was passing by, unknown; I saw the poor dying monk in the road, and recognized him. You know the rest,- he died in my arms." "Yes, but bequeathing to you so vast a power in Heaven and on earth that you issue sovereign orders in his name." "He did leave me a few commissions to settle." "And for me?" "I have told you,- a sum of twelve thousand livres was to be paid to you. I thought I had given you the necessary signature to enable you to receive it. Did you not get the money?" "Oh, yes, yes! My dear prelate, you give your orders, I am informed, with so much mystery and such august majesty that it is generally believed you are the successor of the beloved dead." Aramis colored impatiently, and the duchess continued. "I have obtained information," she said, "from the King of Spain himself; and he dispelled my doubts on the point. Every general of the

Jesuits is nominated by him, and must be a Spaniard, according to the statutes of the order. You are not a Spaniard, nor have you been nominated by the King of Spain." Aramis did not reply to this remark, except to say, "You see, Duchess, how greatly you were mistaken, since the King of Spain told you that." "Yes, my dear Aramis; but there was something else of which I have been thinking." "What is that?" "You know that I do a great deal of desultory thinking, and it occurred to me that you know the Spanish language." "Every Frenchman who has been actively engaged in the Fronde knows Spanish." "You have lived in Flanders?" "Three years." "And have stayed at Madrid?" "Fifteen months." "You are in a position, then, to become a naturalized Spaniard when you like." "Really?" said Aramis, with a frankness which deceived the duchess. "Undoubtedly. Two years' residence and an acquaintance with the language are indispensable. You have had three years and a half,fifteen months more than is necessary." "What are you driving at, my dear lady?" "At this,- I am on good terms with the King of Spain." "And I am not on bad terms," thought Aramis to himself. "Do you wish me to ask the King," continued the duchess, "to confer the succession to the Franciscan's office upon you?" "Oh, Duchess!" "You have it already, perhaps?" she said. "No, upon my honor." "Very well, then, I can render you that service." "Why did you not render the same service to M. de Laicques, Duchess? He is a very talented man, and one whom you love." "Yes, no doubt; but that is not to be considered. At all events, putting Laicques aside, answer me, will you have it?" "No, I thank you, Duchess." She paused. "He is nominated," she thought; and then resumed aloud, "If you refuse me in this manner, it is not very encouraging for me to ask anything of you." "Oh, ask, pray ask!" "Ask! I cannot do so if you have not the power to grant what I want." "However limited my power and ability, ask all the same." "I need a sum of money to restore Dampierre." "Ah!" replied Aramis, coldly, "money? Well, Duchess, how much would you require?" "Oh, a tolerably round sum!" "So much the worse,- you know I am not rich." "No, you are not; but the order is. And if you had been the general-" "You know I am not the general." "In that case you have a friend who must be very wealthy,- M. Fouquet." "M. Fouquet! He is more than half ruined, Madame." "So it is said, but I would not believe it." "Why, Duchess?" "Because I have, or rather Laicques has, certain letters in his possession from Cardinal Mazarin, which establish the existence of very strange accounts."

"What accounts?" "Relative to various sums of money borrowed and disposed of. I do not fully remember; but the point is that the superintendent, according to these letters, which are signed by Mazarin, had taken thirty millions from the coffers of the State. The case is a very serious one." Aramis clinched his hands in anxiety and apprehension. "Is it possible," he said, "that you have such letters, and have not communicated them to M. Fouquet?" "Ah!" replied the duchess, "I keep such little matters as these in reserve. When the day of need comes, we will take them from the closet." "And that day has arrived?" said Aramis. "Yes." "And you are going to show those letters to M. Fouquet?" "I prefer instead to talk about them with you." "You must be in sad want of money, my poor friend, to think of such things as these,- you, too, who held M. de Mazarin's prose effusions in such indifferent esteem." "The fact is, I am in want of money." "And then," continued Aramis, in cold accents, "it must have been very distressing to you to be obliged to have recourse to such a means. It is cruel." "Oh, if I had wished to do harm instead of good," said Madame de Chevreuse, "instead of asking the general of the order or M. Fouquet for the five hundred thousand livres I require-" "Five hundred thousand livres!" "Yes; no more. Do you think it much? I require at least as much as that to restore Dampierre." "Yes, Madame." "I say, therefore, that instead of asking for this amount I should have gone to see my old friend the Queen-Mother; the letters from her husband, the Signor Mazarini, would have served me as an introduction, and I should have begged this mere trifle of her, saying to her, 'I wish, Madame, to have the honor of receiving your Majesty at Dampierre. Permit me to put Dampierre in a fit state for that purpose.'" Aramis did not say a single word in reply. "Well," she said, "what are you thinking about?" "I am making certain additions," said Aramis. "And M. Fouquet makes subtractions. I, on the other hand, am trying the art of multiplication. What excellent calculators we are! How well we could understand one another!" "Will you allow me to reflect?" said Aramis. "No; to such an overture between persons like ourselves, 'Yes' or 'No' should be the reply, and that immediately." "It is a snare," thought the bishop; "it is impossible that Anne of Austria would listen to such a woman as this." "Well!" said the duchess. "Well, Madame, I should be very much astonished if M. Fouquet had five hundred thousand livres at his disposal at the present moment." "It is of no use speaking of it further, then," said the duchess, "and Dampierre must get restored how it can." "Oh, you are not embarrassed to such an extent as that, I suppose?" "No; I am never embarrassed." "And the Queen," continued the bishop, "will certainly do for you what the superintendent is unable to do." "Oh, certainly! But tell me, do you not think it would be better that I should speak myself to M. Fouquet about these letters?" "You will do whatever you please in that respect, Duchess. M.

Fouquet either feels or does not feel himself to be guilty. If he really be so, I know that he is proud enough not to confess it; if he be not so, he will be exceedingly offended at your menace." "As usual, you reason like an angel," said the duchess, rising. "And so you are going to denounce M. Fouquet to the Queen," said Aramis. "Denounce? Oh, what a disagreeable word! I shall not denounce, my dear friend. You now know matters of policy too well to be ignorant how easily these affairs are arranged. I shall merely side against M. Fouquet, and nothing more; and in a war of party against party a weapon is a weapon." "No doubt." "And once on friendly terms again with the Queen-Mother, I may be dangerous towards some persons." "You are at perfect liberty to be so, Duchess." "A liberty of which I shall avail myself, my dear friend." "You are not ignorant, I suppose, Duchess, that M. Fouquet is on the best terms with the King of Spain?" "Oh, I suppose so!" "If, therefore, you begin a party warfare against M. Fouquet, he will reply in the same way; for he too is at perfect liberty to do so, is he not?" "Oh, certainly!" "And as he is on good terms with Spain, he will make use of that friendship as a weapon." "You mean that he will be on good terms with the general of the order of the Jesuits, my dear Aramis." "That may be the case, Duchess." "And that, consequently, the pension I have been receiving from the order will be stopped." "I am greatly afraid it might be." "Well, I must contrive to console myself; for after Richelieu, after the Frondes, after exile, what is there left for Madame de Chevreuse to fear?" "The pension, you are aware, is forty-eight thousand livres." "Alas! I am quite aware of it." "Moreover, in party contests, you know, the friends of the enemy do not escape." "Ah! you mean that poor Laicques will have to suffer." "I am afraid it is almost inevitable, Duchess." "Oh, he receives only twelve thousand livres' pension." "Yes, but the King of Spain has some influence left; advised by M. Fouquet, he might get M. Laicques shut up in some fortress." "I have no great fear of that, my good friend; because, thanks to a reconciliation with Anne of Austria, I will undertake that France shall insist upon Laicques's liberation." "True. In that case you will have something else to apprehend." "What can that be?" said the duchess, pretending to be surprised and terrified. "You will learn- indeed, you must know it already- that having once been an affiliated member of the order, it is not easy to leave it; for the secrets that any particular member may have acquired are unwholesome, and carry with them the germs of misfortune for whoever may reveal them." The duchess considered for a moment, and then said, "That is more serious; I will think it over." Notwithstanding the profound obscurity in which he sat, Aramis seemed to feel a burning glance, like a hot iron, escape from his friend's eyes and plunge into his heart. "Let us recapitulate," said Aramis, determined to keep himself on

his guard, and gliding his hand into his breast, where he had a dagger concealed. "Exactly, let us recapitulate; good accounts make good friends." "The suppression of your pension-" "Forty-eight thousand livres and that of Laicques's twelve make together sixty thousand livres; that is what you mean, I suppose?" "Precisely; and I was trying to find out what would be your equivalent for that." "Five hundred thousand livres, which I shall get from the Queen." "Or which you will not get." "I know a means of procuring them," said the duchess, thoughtlessly. This remark made the chevalier prick up his ears; and from the moment when his adversary had committed this error, his mind was so thoroughly on its guard that he seemed every moment to gain the advantage more and more, and she, consequently, to lose it. "I will admit, for argument's sake, that you obtain the money," he resumed; "you will lose twice as much, having a hundred thousand livres' pension to receive instead of sixty thousand, and that for a period of ten years." "Not so, for I shall only be subjected to this diminution of my income during the period of M. Fouquet's remaining in power,- a period which I estimate at two months." "Ah!" said Aramis. "I am frank, you see." "I thank you for it, Duchess; but you would be wrong to suppose that after M. Fouquet's disgrace the order would resume the payment of your pension." "I know a means of making the order come down with its money, as I know a means of forcing the Queen-Mother to concede what I require." "In that case, Duchess, we are all obliged to strike our flags to you. The victory is yours, and the triumph also is yours. Be clement, I entreat you!" "But is it possible," resumed the duchess, without taking notice of the irony, "that you really draw back from a miserable sum of five hundred thousand livres when it is a question of sparing you- I mean your friend- I beg your pardon, I ought rather to say your protector- the disagreeable consequences which a party contest produces?" "Duchess, I will tell you why. Supposing the five hundred thousand livres were to be given to you, M. de Laicques will require his share, which will be another five hundred thousand livres, I presume; and then, after M. de Laicques's and your own portions, will come the portions for your children, your poor pensioners, and various other persons; and these letters, however compromising they may be, are not worth from three to four millions. Good heavens! Duchess, the Queen of France's diamonds were surely worth more than these bits of waste paper signed by Mazarin; and yet their recovery did not cost a fourth part of what you ask for yourself." "Yes, that is true; but the merchant values his goods at his own price, and it is for the purchaser to buy or to refuse." "Stay a moment, Duchess; would you like me to tell you why I will not buy your letters?" "Pray tell me." "Because the letters which you say are Mazarin's are false." "Nonsense!" "I have no doubt of it; for it would, to say the least, be very singular that after you had quarrelled with the Queen through M. Mazarin's means, you should have kept up any intimate acquaintance with the latter; it would savor of passion, of treachery, of- Upon my word, I do not like to make use of the term."

He. even at his own private residence. Madame de Chevreuse had proceeded homeward. which shone upon the worn. but what is not less so is that which the letter contains. Candles immediately appeared in the room." "Very good. and assured herself that no one who could cause her any uneasiness was on her track. Colbert resided. old owl! hiss. to any young and beautiful woman who may chance to object to the dust and confusion of a public office. and the simple citizen's wife who having been detained late by a supper in the city was proceeding homewards. quiescent state. Immediately on leaving the house in the Place Baudoyer. it must be admitted. he smiled so as to reveal his teeth. she opened the door of the garden leading into another street. with some indifference of manner. so carefully concealed. which she kept carefully closed over her blackened and scanty teeth. as full of experience as of years. Aramis fixed a long and ironical look upon her pale and withered cheeks.the imprecation of the vanquished behind the car of the conqueror. and she left the house where such tender friends had not been able to understand each other only because they had understood each other too well. or to old women.. she hurried away with tottering steps. had reserved a humiliation which she did not expect. dull eyes." thought Aramis. haggard face of the duchess. without even saluting Aramis. by the longest possible route. I can make use of everything with the Queen. viper that you are!" But the duchess had said enough. in which all her decrepitude. with his haughty and intelligent head thrown back. that you will not be able to make use of it with the Queen. Madame de Chevreuse made a sign to her huge lackey. however. who dislike the indiscreet echo of official residences. She was standing immediately before a large mirror. after having looked at her face. and received her.. that it was hardly at such an hour that one so advanced in years as . Duchess."Oh pray say it!" "Of compliance. who resumed his musket. indeed. Aramis sprang across the room like a zephyr to lead her to the door. Thereupon. had thrown himself into a graceful attitude. which were still brilliant and dazzling in the candle-light. however. Aramis. enshrouding alike within its indulgent mantle the high-born duchess carrying out her political intrigue. had closed in. he intimated. yes. and upon her lips. He rang the bell. "Croak on. A valet received the duchess under the peristyle. and hurried towards the Rue Croix-des-Petits-Champs. who bowed with the ease and grace of the musketeer of early days." "Oh. She was doubtless afraid of being followed. on the arm of a lover. and had sought in this way to cover her steps. which her very haste only the more impeded. where M. but as soon as she had arrived within the door of the hotel. Madame de Chevreuse had been too well accustomed to nocturnal politics not to know that a minister never denies himself. upon her dim. Chapter II: Wherein May Be Seen That a Bargain Which Cannot Be Made with One Person Can Be Carried Out with Another ARAMIS had been perfectly correct in his supposition. We have already said that evening. Paris had once more sunk into its calm. and advanced a few steps towards the door. was only made more manifest by the contrast. The old coquette understood the trick that had been played upon her." "I pledge you my word. or rather night." "That is quite true. thick night. and the bishop found himself completely encircled by lights.and it was a dark.

The duchess paused at the threshold for the purpose of studying well the character of the man with whom she was about to converse. gathering from it the interest with which his master regarded the mysterious visitor. the longitudinal wrinkles of his high and massive forehead. Could I accidentally have made use of that word? I hardly think so. The superintendent in this age plays the part of the Colossus of Rhodes. Fouquet. but so far as the second portion is concerned-" Madame de Chevreuse sat down in the arm-chair which M. and do not overthrow him. Monsieur. thick brows. piercingly black eyes. well accustomed to judge of people from their manners and appearance. who wore. and appeared before M. the imperceptible twitching of the lips. and handed it to the valet without uttering a word. enables him to withstand all attempts. The minister could not control a sudden exclamation as he opened the paper. Colbert. but I remember to . de Voiture would say. Colbert. At the first glance the round. "M. But Madame de Chevreuse. But when on closer inspection the duchess perceived the small. for there was scarcely any indication that that rude man could be susceptible to the attractions of a refined revenge or of an exalted ambition. large. Fouquet plays the part of the Colossus of Rhodes. heavy head." "What has procured me the honor of your visit." returned the duchess. she changed her mind and said to herself. The word 'replace' is less aggressive in its signification. M. a cap like a priest's calotte. Madame. I presume. "I have found the man I want. bowed his head. Madame. and more grammatically suitable. perceived at once the quality of the person before him. seemed to indicate that but little difficulty was likely to be met with in her negotiations with him. Madame. Colbert placed before her. She ascended to the first floor of the beautiful new house very slowly. the vessels pass beneath him. rested herself on the landing-place in order not to enter the apartment out of breath. without disquietude. on which were apparent traces of rough good-humor." replied the intendant. M." "And are ambitious of becoming the superintendent?" "Madame!" "Nay.. folded the paper in a manner peculiarly her own." "I ought to have availed myself of that very comparison. you are the intendant of finances?" "Yes. "The need I have of you. and the valet." "I am delighted. but also that she was to expect little interest in the discussion of particulars. and ill-favored features of Colbert. with the first portion of your sentence. It is true. thrust low down on his head.herself could be permitted to disturb M. She wrote her name in the large ill-formed characters of the higher classes of that period. Fouquet's fortune. "however well disposed and inclined to show politeness I may be towards a lady of your position and merit." "I said nothing about supplanting. Madame. that you are ambitious of replacing M. who with his own hands held open the folding-doors.it is useless. but with so haughty and imperious a gesture that the fellow. "and that which you have of me. Colbert's room. which had so often sounded disagreeably in the ears of Louis XIII and of the great cardinal. wrote her name upon a leaf of her tablets. therefore. Madame?" he inquired. Colbert. returned as fast as he could to beg the duchess to follow him. Colbert's important occupations. do not deny it! That would only unnecessarily prolong our conversation.a blusterous name." "And yet. and ran to M. as M.." "M. nothing will make me confess that I have ever entertained the idea of supplanting my superior.

" "It must be a good one. coldly. Therefore I should be a simpleton if in coming to you I did not bring you the very thing you require. that when the Colossus of Rhodes fell from its lofty position. Madame." "The crime." "Oh." "Good enough. and one I estimate to be worth five hundred thousand livres. the merchant who had cast it down..a merchant. Colbert.that is considerably less than an intendant of finances." "Oh." said Colbert. de Cinq-Mars would by this time have put his irons in the fire. Madame. and he has remained unshaken and unaffected by them. Monsieur. and a letter of exile or the Bastille for M. and also that I am somewhat advanced in years. though." "Very good. Conrart (a member of the Academy." "Again a word too much. but your face. I believe).since. and he would willingly sacrifice the superintendent if an opportunity were only presented." "There is a time for everything. It is rather strange. which embraces so many things!" "It embraces the post of superintendent of finance for yourself." "How. "I do not live at such a distance from Paris as not to know what takes place there. and who has no time to lose. Madame the Duchess. "I mean. how?" "You give me a very poor idea of the negotiations of the present day. that you have to do with a woman who has had political dealings with the Cardinal de Richelieu. Fouquet!" "Nothing less." "Forgive me. Colbert. you do really consent to replace M. Fouquet?" "Certainly. to be imprisoned or disgraced. but it is almost impossible that M. M. is now all lighted up. if you like it better. The King does not like M.have heard it said by M. Colbertloaded four hundred camels with the ruins. and had said to him about the cardinal what I have just now said to you of M." "Nay. M. Madame. which just now was cold and indifferent." "The offence!" "The crime. Fouquet. it is because you have not been able to do so. Madame. that is a word. Fouquet. then. Monsieur." "I am distressed to be obliged to persist." "In what way?" said Colbert. those who were the authors of such denunciations were not called Madame de Chevreuse. and they had no proofs equal to the six letters from M.committed by M. since you persist in showing so much sensitiveness with me. "but I must warn you that for the last six years denunciation after denunciation has been made against M. Fouquet. de Cinq-Mars. I can assure you that I shall never overthrow M. I shall go and find others who are more intelligent and more desirous of making their fortunes. M." "A crime!" "I am delighted to see it makes an impression upon you. as if you were ignorant that I am Madame de Chevreuse. it is quite evident that if you have not yet succeeded in driving M. who was not moreover a man of a very high order of intellect. nothing more. Fouquet. Fouquet can be exiled. that holding this opportunity in my own hands I will not allow it to be transferred to yours except for a sum of . A merchant!. that alone is much. Fouquet.in other words.. Fouquet from his post. M. de Mazarin which establish the offence in question. I am perfectly aware of what I am saying!" returned Madame de Chevreuse. you commit that imprudence." "Well. show a little indulgence. if the King dismisses M. M. I do. I say. I assure you that if in my time a woman had gone to M. after a silence which enabled the duchess to sound the depth of his dissimulation." "Madame. Colbert. Fouquet.

too. the army. So. as she drew from her bosom a small packet of papers flattened by her velvet bodice.. ah! M.what money." "I am aware of that. "It is clear enough. a mere trifle. let me now see the value of the articles to be sold. since you need more than I have to give you. "And the originals of these letters?" "A useless question to ask. from M. never will he be condemned. M.six letters. Madame. M. exactly as if I were to ask you. and commerce are intimately connected by ties of good-will. Madame. whether the money-bags you will give me will be full or empty. what then?" "Neither the legal proceedings nor the scandal can be begun against him." "Very good. because." Colbert reflected. which will supply you with the fullest particulars." "Why not?" "Because he is procureur-general of the parliament.five hundred thousand livres. Very good. and the autographs will most assuredly not be regarded as too costly. Colbert eagerly snatched the papers and devoured them." "That would be a great achievement!" exclaimed Colbert. for there is one circumstance to which neither of us has given any attention. in France.." "I understand you perfectly. Colbert. even if he be dragged there by royal authority. and never. who must have kept it for his own purposes. if we come to terms. yes. the courts of law." said the duchess." "Ah! ma foi! M. whose eyes sparkled with delight. "forgive me. but it concerns me. which people call esprit de corps. But since you have fixed a price for the sale. under the circumstances you have detailed. is it not?" "Yes. "Ah. would you like to read the letters?" "With all my heart! Copies. as I have already told you. Fouquet. that doesn't concern me. Madame. but the question is. Fouquet can be utterly ruined. if they establish in an irrefutable manner that M. the copies." "Name it!" "M. without the possibility of condemnation?" "Even if he be only suspected. Madame." "Is it concluded?" "No. M. in that case. the parliament will never permit its chief to be dragged before a public tribunal." "Yes." said the duchess." "In an irrefutable manner. Madame. there is no occasion to speak of . "Irrefutable. gloomy features were momentarily lighted up by an expression of hate and vengeance. the government. but I did not think you were so impressionable. de Mazarin. Fouquet has embezzled large sums of money from the treasury and appropriated them to his own purposes. of course?" "Of course. what money?" "Exactly. Mazarin must have handed the money to M. do you say?" observed Colbert." "Oh. only by means of legal proceedings. Fouquet will lose his post of superintendent. "Wonderful!" he said. Colbert. "Read!" she said. I will join to these six letters a seventh. Colbert. whose dark. Of what use to bring me a proof of crime." "Well?" "A public scandal. and it consequently diminishes the value of what you have brought to me.

that it is a great interest. I will take the Queen some of this holy water. with the Queen. Colbert? You spoke. I believe. will you give me three hundred thousand livres?" "No. Colbert. her Majesty will recover. I cannot but suppose that this charitable consideration towards the Queen covers some small personal interest of your own." "Oh. M. "Wait a moment. The duchess laughed in his face. Colbert. it is she who draws the water from the well. and who has ceased to be so for a long time past. You see. for it is not money I am going to ask you for. The Flemish peasant is something of a savage." "Do not believe that. Madame." "Well. besides." "What is it. In Flanders we have many diseases of that kind." "That is the very reason why I wish to have an interview with her Majesty. and the Beguines of Bruges are excellent doctors for every kind of disease. no. If you procure me a personal interview with her Majesty. "The Flemish women do not die the sooner on that account. incurable disorder. and they give a bottle and a wax candle to the sufferer.a fearful." "Her Majesty has ceased to receive any one. she gets knocked about here and there. then?" "A service. then. and will burn as many wax candles as she may think fit. perhaps." "Cancers?. Taking but little care of herself. Understand. She is a great sufferer. You surprise me. They have precious waters of one sort or another. of a small personal interest. and I will prove it to you by resuming what I was saying. Madame." "More still? You are becoming too impracticable to deal with. only." "Less so than you think. a woman of great intelligence. Cancers arise from contusions. true!" said Colbert. Madame. You know that I have always been most affectionately attached to the Queen." "How much will you offer me?" "Two hundred thousand livres." "You are.the matter further. I admit. and even bears herself a portion of the burden. but a female. that is not all.specifics of various kinds. They derive a profit from the priests. I have another arrangement to propose. When they are great sufferers from this disease. you must lower your price. to prevent my seeing the Queen is almost as bad as committing the crime of regicide. as the value of your commodities has decreased. M. I will be . M." "Yes. Colbert. no longer my friend. and then said suddenly." "True.she who loads the mule or the ass. they go in search of remedies. and you may be aware that the paroxysms of her disease occur with greater frequency than ever. but who may again become so if the opportunity be only given her." "Have I tried to conceal it. Madame?" "Well. you can either accept or refuse my terms. M. the woman works. who is. M. we will go on talking of it. and I am desirous of having an interview with her Majesty. still. then?" "Every man who wishes to deal loyally is obliged to do so. which I will procure from the Beguines of Bruges. Madame the Duchess." "With the Queen?" "Yes." said Colbert. Colbert. he has not a wife exactly. while he is smoking his pipe. and serve God by the disposal of their two articles of merchandise.. sometimes is even beaten." "You are bargaining.

" "Quite true. can have escaped you already? How trifling it seems to you. Monsieur." Colbert colored to the tips of his ears. "I will take with me." "Yes. we are the only persons who know it. Will that satisfy you?" "Would that the orders on your treasury were for two millions.. not to purchase would involve infinite loss. Madame. unless. you give me on the spot five hundred thousand livres for them. and as I am clothed in a sober.for I too do not trust any one. of so much importance to me. Madame. then. as many servants as you like. that perhaps some one was waiting at the door. the duchess looked at him full in the face.and why not?" "Because I have the most perfect confidence in you. take your own carriage. but how shall I get the actual letters?" "In the simplest manner in the world." "You would bring the hundred thousand crowns with you at the same time?. and I shall not accompany you." "Really. Only. But how do I receive the hundred thousand .. "You prefer your own carriage?" she said." Colbert coughed like an irresolute man. we announce to the universe. I shall keep my letters. Monsieur the Intendant! I shall have the pleasure of showing you the way. "You surely will make an exception in your own favor. I should have doubled my price. whose secret had just been sold to Colbert for a hundred thousand crowns. He imagined for a moment that the proposition of the duchess was a snare. Well.satisfied with the three hundred thousand livres I have demanded. "two orders for the amount agreed upon. Madame?" "I mean that if you would take the trouble to accompany me to the place where the letters are. "Madame. what a third person may witness. indeed! If I had known it." he said. and I shall be satisfied to accompany you in your own carriage to the Queen." "I have reflected. After all. the fact is. "No one. Colbert. solemn character." "I have a carriage below." he said. "I shall have the pleasure of handing you over a hundred thousand crowns. To bargain any further was out of the question. M." And rising from her seat with this decisive remark. if not. a jest or practical joke might compromise me. Colbert in a disagreeable perplexity. they would be delivered into your own hands. the old duchess left M. indeed. consider well.what we two may arrange between us. and that she. so that his large eyebrows went up and down like the wings of a bat upon the deep lines of his yellow forehead.whom will you trust?" The financier began to laugh silently. you have the character of being somewhat inconsiderate at times. he was of an insolent and mathematical probity. As he still hesitated a good deal. my dear M. and you would be able to verify and check them. I do not make a point of it. "I admit that I do.." "To the Queen!" "Have you forgotten that already? Is it possible that one of the clauses of the agreement. had already offered it to Fouquet for the same sum. my carriage shall follow yours. Like all eminent men in the art of figures. payable at my treasury." "You suppose that I am going to lead you into a snare or trap of some sort or other?" "Madame the Duchess." "You overpower me. you are afraid. then?" "Allow me to order my carriage." he said. Colbert?" "How is that.

" Chapter III: The Skin of the Bear COLBERT handed the duchess the letter. are the originals of Cardinal Mazarin's letters. and I will reward you for it. who will procure you an admission without my being compromised. The duchess opened the front of her dress and drew forth from her bosom. smiled repeatedly as he recognized the great value of the papers which Madame de Chevreuse had just delivered to him. and now accompany me to the Queen. but I do not wish to be exposed to a refusal. In the mean time a tall. Vanel had just at that moment entered the house. if you are again about to run the chance of her Majesty's displeasure. Colbert." "Just as you please. and still laughing. she said. faith.crowns?" "Here they are. "You are paid. firm towards the dogs who might possibly be disposed to dispute it with him. which he handed to the duchess. scribbling a few lines on a piece of paper. Madame. and burying his head in his hands for a few minutes reflected profoundly. thin face. would prefer tears to such a lamentable laugh. steady look. beginning to laugh. large-made man entered the room. throbbing in his heart. Madame. Vanel." "No." "Excuse me. Madame. and will give every explanation on the subject. in order to render to the intendant an account of the principal details of the business which had been transacted during the day in the sitting of the parliament. No. M. as he entered Colbert's cabinet with a modest assurance of manner. you are a Beguine. I admit a knowledge of a Beguine. you will undertake to be provided with the remedy. a counsellor of the parliament. The secretary replied that." "As you please. refastening the body of her dress. whom he enjoined to go in immediate search of M. Madame. adding. Colbert." "What do you term those religious women at Bruges who cure disorders?" "Beguines. Here. and it were known at the Palais-Royal that I had been the means of introducing you there.supple towards the master who could throw him the prey. Colbert. somewhat less white than it once had been. who had recognized Mazarin's handwriting and had counted the letters. the Queen would never forgive me while she lived. "There. and hooked nose. "Your fortune is secured. tied with a flame-colored ribbon. with a very slight bow. love. but I deny all knowledge of Madame de Chevreuse." said Colbert. Madame de Chevreuse. immediately left the room. Madame de Chevreuse's laugh had a very sinister sound." "That is again your own affair. according to his usual practice. M. M. a small packet of papers. life itself. M. who brings an effectual remedy for her Majesty's sufferings." "That is your affair. Every man who feels youth. revealed a character at once supple and decided. his spare." she said. rang to summon his secretary." "The trait is a fine one. is your letter of introduction.. but I must soon cease to be one. I am going to give directions to the head valet of the gentleman in waiting on her Majesty to allow admission to a Beguine. Colbert approached one of the lamps. You are the bearer of my letter." she added. read the letters of the deceased cardinal over again. They are now your own property." "Good. there are certain persons at the palace who are devoted to me. then. and gently drew aside the chair behind which she was standing. provided I enter. Vanel carried a .

" "Exactly so. to call you so in private. but before the post can be bought. who could hardly tell whether Vanel had comprehended him or not. it must be offered for sale. and read the letter. sealed with Spanish wax. "A letter from my wife." "You are not over-fastidious." "There is one." "I believe." "What post have you in view?" said Colbert. upon Vanel's face how much actual sincerity entered into this protestation of devotion." At these words Vanel fixed his dull and humble look upon Colbert." Colbert coughed. Monseigneur. "We give the title of 'Monseigneur' to ministers. took.' and not 'Monseigneur. I am studying Hebrew. Monseigneur. "Vanel. unconcerned. Colbert recollected that this man." "Not yet. saying. while Vanel. "Why do you speak to me. "You should say 'Monsieur. or tried to read. He had read nothing in Vanel's face. "Good-day. to purchase the post of procureur-general." "You must not grow rusty in your post of counsellor. M." "I believe so. Monseigneur. Vanel coolly drew from his pocket a perfumed letter. "I see none. and that is sufficient." "Your reputation stands high in the parliament. At the moment he was pitying this man's lot. Monseigneur. I suppose. my dear counsellor. Colbert sighed." "Would twelve hours of labor frighten you?" "I work fifteen hours every day. and as I still have time left on my hands.not one. with extreme self-possession. opened. besides. was superior to him in having an unfaithful wife.'" replied Colbert. Small ambitions are the most difficult to satisfy. certainly. turned over the leaves of the papers he had brought with him." "Impossible! A counsellor need not work more than three hours a day in the parliament.. and then put it carefully away in his pocket.voluminous bundle of papers under his arm. but one need be the King himself to be able to buy it without inconvenience. naturally. and I call you 'Monseigneur' accordingly." said the latter. and read. that it will be for sale before long. gently." said Vanel." "What must I do to avoid it?" "Purchase a high place." . Monseigneur. "you are a hard-working man?" "Yes. Monseigneur. rousing himself from his meditation. M. allow me. at least. even were it armed with the full authority of the title he had conferred. Monseigneur." "You are so in point of fact." "Oh! I am working up some returns for a friend of mine in the department of accounts. and held it towards Colbert." returned Vanel. and placed it on the desk on which Colbert was leaning both his elbows." Colbert raised his head to the height of the lamps. But the counsellor knew perfectly well how to sustain the weight of his look. "of the post of procureur-general to the parliament? I know no other post than the one M. "and you are a minister. "Good-day. Vanel. If you dislike my calling you 'Monseigneur' before others." Colbert said suddenly to his protege. as he supported his head." "Small purses are the most difficult to fill. Vanel. Vanel. Vanel might be sincere. you are my seigneur. inferior to himself. Fouquet fills. and the King will not be inclined." said Vanel.

and his life. Fouquet to sell. a man never throws away the buckler behind which he maintains his honor." . Fouquet wished to sell. to fancy themselves out of the reach of all mischances." "Very good. M. "the privileges of the office of procureur-general. and the King also. and others. can get his edicts registered without opposition. M. supposing it were to happen that M. Monseigneur. and no one has a million and a half to throw down at once." "Borrow that sum from your friends. that it is impossible. "Explain fully to me. beginning to laugh. since the superintendent will only sell for ready money." "The right of impeaching every French subject who is not a Prince of the blood. Gourville. at the very lowest. therefore. "I have already had the honor to represent to you that I want about eleven hundred thousand livres to make up the amount." "Yes. "Afraid! no." "I have no friends richer than myself. Monseigneur.his arm also to extinguish the torch of justice." "It is true that M. What would you bid for it." said Colbert. then! Who told you?" "M." replied Vanel.. by stirring up the parliament. you have heard something about it."For sale? What! M. and his perseverance in continuing the conversation on this subject." "Why not?" "For the very reason that those Vanels are poor. Vanel awaited the solution without venturing to precipitate it." "There are certain men mad enough. then. Fouquet. he had begun to meditate. Pellisson. gravely. Fouquet did wish to sell-" "I could not buy it just yet. since I tell you that the post will be shortly for sale-" "I cannot help repeating." "Vanel. M. Observing his superior's serious attitude. Fouquet's post might cost a good round sum. Besides. but-" "Nor desirous of obtaining it?" "You are laughing at me. Vanel?" "Everything I am worth. softening both his look and his voice. will be able. Vanel. Vanel.. at length. The procureur-general can be a very useful or a very dangerous instrument. without being able to persuade M.which I do not believe. in spite of what I have been told-" "Ah. Fouquet's post of procureur-general?" "So it is said." "And the post is worth-" "A million and a half. "Would you be afraid. but such men never commit their mad acts for the advantage of the poor Vanels of the world. by humoring M. of the post?" said Colbert. Monseigneur. "is it likely that a counsellor of the parliament would not be desirous of becoming procureur-general?" "Well." "Which means-" "Three or four hundred thousand livres. I know persons who have offered seventeen hundred thousand livres. oh!" said Vanel. M. therefore. to maintain himself even against the King. Fouquet. for sale! Oh. suddenly." "The post which renders him inviolable. if. The procureur-general is the arm of the King to strike the evil-doer. would you like to be procureur-general?" said Colbert." Colbert suddenly interrupted the counsellor by an imperious gesture. M. "I!" exclaimed the latter. the right of quashing all proceedings taken against any Frenchman who is neither King nor Prince. his fortune.

Do you know any other friend of M. Let the parliament subscribe among themselves to purchase in a proper manner the post of procureur-general." "Ah." "Stay a moment! Do not let us mistake each other. M. M. In that case all would go on well. Monseigneur. You say that M. and try to procure an interview with the superintendent.." "Well." replied Colbert. Fouquet in munificence. M." "La Fontaine. to present to their protector and great luminary.'" "That is an opening. Fouquet's pride spared. Gourville or M. I will be your security. with a look full of hatred. which had been so suddenly and unexpectedly made to him by a man who treated the smallest affairs in a serious spirit. Vanel. and M. for my own part. ." "I considered it so.'" "Let that make no difference. but M. "You are not trifling with me. and we ought to save the honor of the body of which we are members. Monseigneur?" he said. but I will lend you that sum. and find out either M.. Fouquet will be always safe and sound so long as he occupies his present post. and that is quite enough. Fouquet himself. Gourville has spoken to you about M." "Willingly."You are an honorable man. Fouquet. when M. Pellisson. "M. Fouquet's post?" "Yes." "Monseigneur. quite bewildered by this offer. Fouquet?" "I know M. Monseigneur. Vanel." said Vanel. Fouquet. "No. I would give ten thousand livres if necessary. and he would be sure to refuse it. Vanel. de la Fontaine very well." "Ah. the honor of our body would be saved. you shall be supplied with the money. "Thereupon. you will go at once. I am quite ready. Pellisson also." "What is that?" "'The endorser pays. Monseigneur. then!" exclaimed Colbert. it could not be otherwise than most humiliating to him. Monseigneur. "Stay! we must act quickly. M. and if it should be needed. if the world were to think as you do!" "I think so. Gourville added: 'If we were to do anything out of charity to M." Vanel rose. whatever security you please." "This explains to me why M. so do not make yourself uneasy on that account. Fouquet is our chief. you like M. the rhymester?" "Yes. He is in debt. Vanel.you surpass M. for I have children to provide for.'" "And what did you reply?" "I said that. Fouquet. then." "Ask whatever interest.is on the high-road to ruin. such munificence! You eclipse kings even. and M.but the sum?" "On the day and hour when you arrange to settle the matter. Fouquet was one of our friends. he used to write verses to my wife." "Remember the proverb. I will still repeat that you surpass kings and M." "Officially or officiously?" "These were their words: 'These parliamentary people are ambitious and wealthy. I do not make you a present of fourteen hundred thousand livres. they ought to get together two or three millions among themselves. And when all your requisitions are satisfied." "Go to him.

The King. La Molina began to turn over the ribbons and lace of a large work-table. And now go as quickly as you can to M. who understood the language perfectly. Fouquet's friends. The portrait became a living being." Anne did not finish her phrase. do not speak of signatures with M. and the Queen. and when in guarded phrases they had fulminated every variety of imprecation against Mademoiselle de la Valliere." "Ah! ah!" said Vanel. in a slightly altered tone. cool and distant to every one. The whole atmosphere of the court seemed to indicate an approaching storm. "Estos hijos!" said she to Molina (which means. after she had said her prayers in Latin. and a mortgage upon the appointment itself. Go. nor even ask him to pass his word." "Be most careful to do nothing of the kind. Is that all?" "Wait a moment! I reserve to myself the right of purchasing the post from you at one hundred and fifty thousand livres' profit for yourself. nor of deeds. M. who had been impatiently expected the whole day. Understand this. that light had once more flashed from her husband's dull eyes. "Oh. the courtiers and the ladies of the court avoided meeting in the antechambers and the corridors. answered her in French. in order not to converse on compromising subjects. All you have to do is to get M.. "Is there anything in that which can possibly be objectionable to you. like Anne of Austria. and obtain an interview with the superintendent. for she fancied. if in your mode of filling the office you do not follow out a line of conduct in conformity with the interests of the King and with my projects. had often sent to inquire about him. coldly. A profound silence succeeded the Queen's last remark. no. and when once the arrangements are all made-" "I will press him to sign. otherwise you will lose everything. it did not speak. "Very good. had not made his appearance. "a mother has sacrificed everything. when she raised her eyes towards the full-length portrait of the pale Louis XIII. . Vanel?" said Colbert.What conditions do you impose?" "The repayment in eight years. Madame remained in her own apartments." said Molina." "Certainly. Fouquet to give you his hand on the matter. who had grown quite impatient.words full of terrible significance in the mouth of a Queen who. Do not be too difficult in making whatever concessions may be required of you. and the Queen-Mother. Monsieur had joined the King early in the morning for a hunting-party. "These children!". Fouquet. it threatened. no!" replied Vanel. We will sign an agreement to that effect whenever you like." "To whom. When the three ladies had exhausted every form of dissimulation and politeness to reach at last the charge that the King's conduct was causing grief to the Queen and the Queen-Mother and all his family. quickly.words full of meaning on a mother's lips." replied the Queen. "Yes. go!" Chapter IV: An Interview with the Queen-Mother THE Queen-Mother was in her bedroom at the Palais-Royal. hid many curious and dark secrets in her soul). and that his nostrils were inflated by wrath. with Madame de Motteville and the Senora Molina. Madame de Motteville. the Queen-Mother terminated these recriminations by an exclamation indicative of her own reflections and character. talked of domestic matters with her two friends in pure Castilian. "these children! for whom every mother becomes a sacrifice.

with every symptom of a sudden fainting-fit. "No. Motteville." said La Molina. "You are suffering?" she said." she added in a low voice. "the bitter expiation of a too excessive joy. "What is strange?" said the Queen. no. "It is very strange.." "A very fine disorder. and brought it. and hands hanging heavily down. it is my poor daughter. placing her finger on her lips. whose memory and reason seemed to have become entirely suspended for a time." "Do not believe that too confidently. "We must put her to bed. with vacant look. to the Queen." Madame de Motteville looked up with an air of great surprise." The Queen uttered a loud cry. as she replied. . buried her face in her hands." returned the Queen. ignorant of its meaning." And from that moment Anne of Austria. who was the image of circumspection. was about to make inquiries in her own defence." added Molina. Vallot is wrong in being there. I believe he is in Madame's apartment. mind almost wandering. replacing the smelling-bottle in the cabinet." "You are right. to impose silence on her favorite. his present Majesty. however.the sorrow. who went without haste to a richly gilded tortoise-shell cabinet.Madame de Motteville. the deepest sorrow. remained impenetrable. She heard nothing. on that very day." "Why is he with Madame?" "Madame is troubled with nervous attacks. one day." said De Motteville. "My drops!" she murmured. who inhaled from it wildly several times. my sorrow began on the 5th of September. Motteville. who turned deadly pale." "Less so this evening. I do suffer a little. was born at the very same hour." "Why?" "Because twenty-three years before. indeed!" said the Queen. after a pause. "Ah! ah!" replied Molina. surprised at the look of mutual intelligence which had been exchanged between the confidante and her mistress. "Does your Majesty remember the day when this pain attacked you for the first time?" "I remember only that it was a grievously sad day for me. but a very significant "Hum!" on the part of the Spanish duenna. then?" "Occupation. though. Was it remembrance or reflection. The poor woman. "Another doctor instead of M." "And your Majesty too. His holy will be done!" "Your Majesty's death is not so near at hand. when suddenly Anne of Austria arose and said: "Yes. "In that way the Lord will kill me. The greatest joy. "M. As if to justify the caution. and murmured. why do you say that?" "Your Majesty just groaned. "Does your Majesty feel better now?" inquired Madame de Motteville. when another physician might cure Madame. Madame. a sharp pain seized the Queen." "But your Majesty had not always regarded that day as a sad one. from which she took a large rock-crystal smelling-bottle. and seemed utterly lost for some moments. your own glorious son. "Much better. the 5th of September. Motteville. She looked up immediately." "M. open. cast down her eyes like a discreet woman. and a profound sigh on the part of the Queen. Vallot is not far off. occupation! Ah! if any one is really ill. and pretending to be observant of nothing that was passing listened with the utmost attention. the next." remarked Madame de Motteville. and threw herself back in the chair. or was it grief? La Molina darted a look at Madame de Motteville almost furious in its reproachfulness. Vallot! Who. as if life had almost departed.

at once firm and gentle in its tone." "Go. "I don't know." "Name them to me. "What remedy. "Yes. Molina. and bowed reverently before her. when suddenly an old female attendant. how do you happen to know that I am suffering?" "Your Majesty has friends in Flanders. Large and glistening tears were fast rolling down the Queen's pallid face. "The Queen of France must indeed be very ill. Madame de Motteville rose." "Her face?" "She is masked. Madame. appeared between the curtains. who immediately withdrew. "Who brings it?" asked Madame de Motteville." replied the Queen. go and see!" cried the Queen. having observed this sign of weakness. "Will Molina be sufficient for your Majesty to-night?" inquired the Frenchwoman. for it signified that an interchange of secrets or of revelations of the past was about to be made. and do indeed bring with me the remedy which is certain to effect a cure of your Majesty's complaint. who in her turn fixed a pair of brilliant eyes upon the Queen through openings in the mask. "Yes." the former replied. At the same moment a woman. The Beguine thereupon advanced a few steps towards the Queen.. as she unceremoniously approached the group." added the Spanish attendant. and that one person was de trop in the conversation which seemed likely to take place. "Leave us. Motteville." "From Flanders? Is she Spanish?" inquired the Queen." replied the Queen." said Anne of Austria. Vallot?" "No. and Molina. and Molina in her strategy.a voice which startled the attendants and made the Queen tremble." was the answer. thank God. Madame. eagerly." "Her name?" "She did not mention it. Molina. "Speak!" said the Queen. since your Majesty's memory has not been . and was about to withdraw. "if it is known at the Beguinage of Bruges that she stands in need of being cured." "Your Majesty. "For your Majesty's sufferings."Presently. and before the Queen could speak."M. and the Beguine did not move a step. "The remedy!" she cried delightedly to the Queen. yes." "But tell me. "It is needless. go!" The word "us" produced a disagreeable effect upon the ears of the French favorite. which proceeded from the other side of the tapestry hangings. "I will when we are alone. Colbert." "Her position in life?" "She will answer that herself." suddenly replied a voice. added. Madame de Motteville bowed in submission." "Who sent her?" "M. a lady from Flanders. fixed her vigilant black eyes upon her." No one uttered a sound. The Queen gazed with increasing mistrust at this woman." "And these friends have sent you?" "Yes. dressed as if she had belonged to the Spanish Court of the year 1620. is not ill beyond remedy." "Let us leave the Queen alone. opened the door and surprised the Queen in her tears." "Impossible. Chica?" said Anne of Austria. Madame de Motteville in her skilful retreat. Anne of Austria looked at her attendants. "I am connected with the order of the Beguines of Bruges. masked.

fair flesh with their blue tints." "Let us first speak a little of the mind. wearied by a curiosity at odds with her pride. "I cannot excuse you. I pray. I do not find you showing confidence in your friends. "that you would dread the past even more. Madame. leave me. as courageous as ever against your enemies. For the secrets of others I have enough of the mercy of Heaven." "I find you. entirely. "are the condition of the lives of the high in rank upon earth. When those evils become too heavy to be borne." she said. "You are ignorant. Thus we lay down our burden. If you have nothing further to say to me. endeavoring to discover through the concealment of the mask and through her mysterious language the name of this person who expressed herself with such familiarity and freedom." said the Beguine. "You are right. which I am sure must also suffer." said the Beguine." "My mind?" "There are cancers so insidious in their nature that their very pulsation is invisible. but did not remove her feeling of curiosity. your Majesty!" said the Beguine. leave the ivory whiteness of the skin untouched. "explain yourself briefly. to administer relief to my body. the physician who bends over the patient's chest hears not. then.awakened by your heart. if you please." she said. the insatiable teeth of the disease grinding its onward progress through the muscles. for I dread the future. for my own secrets not so much mercy as my confessor. Such. Alas! I think that God is about to make it suffer. Such cancers. imperious tone of voice. when the Queen rose proudly. Madame." "I have made a vow. "Speak!" she cried. their home is in the mind. as dazzling in its perfect whiteness and as pure in its rounded outlines as it was in the time of her earlier days. and may you indeed be able. and marble not the firm.. gently." Hardly had these words escaped the Beguine's lips. though he listens. in a short. Madame." Anne of Austria looked up. and my strength is not inferior to my burden." "Queens have no friends. they grow in the heart until it breaks." "I should have supposed. I might have been able to administer some relief to your body and to your mind. I will take my leave." "Deign to excuse me. quickly. do not threaten me." replied the Beguine. fatal to queens: are you free from these evils?" Anne slowly raised her arm. as the blood flows freely on. "I have come to you full of compassion and respect. she said. humbly. or else-" "Nay. that royal personages are never spoken to with the face masked. without ever permitting them to behold my face. "The evils to which you allude. to whom Heaven has imparted mind. Madame. Madame. resolutely. but since your Majesty forbids me."of the mind. the Lord lightens their burden by penitence and confession. adieu!" These words were uttered with a harmony of tone and respect of manner that destroyed the Queen's anger and suspicion. Madame. as you assert you are. neither iron nor fire has ever destroyed or disarmed the rage of these mortal scourges. to go to the help of those who are afflicted or suffering. Speak. and the secrets which oppress us. are these other cancers. if you feel yourself inspired by Heaven as a prophetess. Adieu. perhaps. then suddenly. But forget not that the same sovereign Lord apportions their trials to the strength of his creatures. which they corrupt." . I will not forgive you if you do not throw your mask aside. I have come on the part of a friend. "it ill becomes those who are suffering to reject the means of relief which Heaven sends them.

and Honore. and of the ladies attached to the court. wished to inspire the terror which he himself experienced. gave a sudden exclamation of surprise. was acknowledged as the heir of the crown of France. you are aware. "Laporte. "At half-past twelve. your Majesty slept from three o'clock until seven. despatched Laporte to inform the King that her Majesty the Queen wished to see him in her room. was a man of the most admirable calmness and presence of mind. quite true. who had been baptized by Monseigneur de Meaux in the King's and in your own presence." "I am now. The late King sleeps now with his ancestors. Germain to hear the Te Deum chanted. was without either sentinels or guards. indeed! Have I not lost the King?" "I speak not of misfortunes of that kind. with which she touched her face. then. and Dame Peronne flew to your bedside. The midwife. the Swiss Guards. setting her teeth hard together in order to conceal her emotion. for formerly there were but five in all." murmured the Queen. when he should open them. might have observed two crowns at the foot of his cradle. "The King was seated at supper. 1638. "I will make myself understood. did I say? Alas! I might say two only. his Majesty's late uncle. besides. the palace. the Musketeers. "It was eight o'clock." The Queen opened her lips as though about to reply. Madame." stammered the Queen. The King's physician. I wish to ask you if. since." replied the Queen. the midwife.any indiscretion on a friend's part has caused your Majesty distress?" "I do not understand you. around him on all sides arose wild cries of delight and drinking of healths. abandoned in the general confusion. Bouvard. Your Majesty remembers that the King was born on the 5th of September. "The doctors were dining in a room at some distance from your chamber. and the Royal Guard wandered through the city." "Yes. and your Majesty will see who is friendly to you. and taking you in her arms. his nurse. full of joy and happiness. "the Dauphin. were stationed in the antechamber. feeling his importance. almost out of her senses from sheer distress of mind." "Easily enough. Very few persons. Those boisterous sounds of the general joy disturbed the Dauphin. What misfortune has happened to your Majesty during these twenty-three years past?" "Serious misfortunes. of the princes. Suddenly your Majesty uttered a piercing cry. Peronne. soon followed him."Prove it. the future King of France. and for many years past the secret has been assured by the deaths of the principal participators in it. "Your Majesty's confinement took place in the presence of Monsieur. instead of irritating me." continued the Beguine. borne about in triumph by the drunken students. who was quietly lying in the arms of Madame de Hausac. the people cheered beneath the balconies. and whose eyes. it was not a very terrifying intelligence which awaited the . bewildered. He did not approach the King as if he were the bearer of alarming intelligence and. the beads of perspiration upon her brow. I believe?" "Yes. yes. at quarter-past eleven o'clock. Madame.the birth of the King. but you tell me no more than every one else knows as well as you and myself." pursued the Beguine. The King then went to the chapel of the old Chateau de St. approaching that with which very few persons are acquainted. Laporte is already forgotten. she felt beneath her icy hand. the surgeon.. having questioned and examined your Majesty." "Quite true. then! Comfort.

"Learn. 'Sire." She then suddenly threw aside her mask. 'Sire. two competitors are civil war and anarchy. by the direction of Louis XIII. One Prince is peace and safety for the State." said the latter.'" The Queen rose suddenly from her seat. both equal in age and pretensions. saying to him. "you can weep!" . to succeed the first. I am going to see my wife. the honor. or I will have you arrested by my captain of the Guards. thought over the subject with deep attention. as God has concealed him from his parents themselves..King. Oh. 'Gentlemen. God has sent another." "Ah. neither your secret nor your life belongs to you from this moment." Anne of Austria. and said. "come and embrace me. no. light-hearted. leaning her head upon the shoulder of the old duchess. you shall restore it to me. and cried. no! There are those who know the floods of bitter tears she shed. listened without seeming to hear." "Oh. there are those who have known and witnessed the passionate kisses she imprinted on that innocent creature in exchange for the life of misery and gloom to which State policy condemned the twin brother of Louis XIV." she said in a hoarse. but at present we need only the first-born. It is known that the Cardinal de Richelieu. for the tranquillity of the State. and her lips moved convulsively. "With your Majesty. It will freeze in your bosom. and full of gayety.' Animated. the Queen is very happy. in a hollow voice. quickly. feebly. You are their accomplice in the crime which is now committed. thick voice. with a smile upon his lips. "if the Queen allowed the second child to vegetate far from the throne. "Madame de Chevreuse!" exclaimed the Queen. "It is known." continued the Beguine." The Queen. yielding to a first impulse. they are false and treacherous. the King rose from the table. he trembled for the welfare of France. joining gesture to the threat. Duchess! Alas! you kill your friend in thus trifling with her terrible distress. at the very moment when Dame Peronne presented to him a second Prince.' He came to your bedside. observing how intensely the Queen was suffering. Let us conceal the second from France. in a tone that Henry IV might have used. Heaven. 'Oh. "to know and value the fidelity. burst into a flood of bitter tears. advanced two steps towards the Beguine. pale as death. "You know too much." exclaimed the Beguine. as beautiful and healthy as the former. "that when the King perceived the effect which would result from the existence of two sons.' "On that day Louis XIII would have given his crown away to the veriest beggar for a 'God bless you. Do not think that this secret terrifies me! You have obtained it. clasped the child in his arms. throw aside your mask. As for the friends from whom you have acquired this secret. approached the King's chair. "How young you are still!" said the latter. to succeed his Majesty. her hands clinched together. I thank thee!'" At this part of her recital the Beguine paused. the sole living confidante of the secret. "since you refer to secrets of State. She had thrown herself back in her chair. At any rate. breathing either a prayer to Heaven or imprecations against the woman before her. Now. "Ah! do not believe that if there has been but one Dauphin in France. Heaven!" murmured the Queen. and the secrecy of the friends you have abandoned. and with her head bent forward and her eyes fixed.do not believe that she was an unfeeling mother. and after an hour's meditation in his Majesty's cabinet pronounced the following sentence: 'A King is born. and would be still more so to see your Majesty.' The King." murmured Anne of Austria. Madame. Heaven will not allow the kingdom of France to fall into the female line. and said to those around him. Laporte.

refreshed by the rills of melted snow.am approaching the tomb." "What are they?" said Anne of Austria. "How can you use the word 'pleasure. you ought to have been astonished not to have received any communication from me. two old friends separated by men's malice. as we used formerly to say. then." "Your Majesty ought not to have believed the report of my death." "And yet my children did not go into mourning." "Oh. were just now alluding." "Thanks.secretly. and then murmured. They are like the inhabitant of the African mountain who gazing from the verdant table-land. bitterly." "Ah! you know. but which are greatly envied by the world. The King would dismiss me if he knew I were in the Palais-Royal. "Duchess. Madame. Hitherto. "How far removed Kings are from other people!" "What do you mean?" "I mean that they are so far removed from the vulgar herd that they forget that others ever stand in need of the bare necessaries of life." she hastened to add.your younger sister. under several ." "Your afflictions." The Queen started. Madame." "Death not unfrequently takes us by surprise. those who are burdened with secrets such as we have just now discussed have always an urgent desire to divulge them. slight enough in themselves it may be. have indeed been terrible enough." replied the Queen.Chapter V: Two Friends THE Queen looked steadily at Madame de Chevreuse.." "I cannot say that the King is very well disposed towards you. Among the preparations for eternity is the task of putting one's papers in order. "to have neglected you. and many things escape our minds in the midst of the preoccupations which constantly engage us. "It was very wrong. I had thought it impossible that a human creature could anywhere be found less happy than the Queen of France." The Queen slightly colored. Madame. Duchess. you know-" The duchess's disdainful smile produced a feeling of uneasiness in the Queen's mind. "Your Majesty will be sure to learn in a particular manner the day of my death." "If your Majesty had believed me dead. and said: "I believe you just now made use of the word 'happy' in speaking of me." she said. it is said. that I was dead?" "Everywhere. the court is very frequently moving about from place to place." "Even were it only to give us the happiness of contradicting the report of your death. for she now began to perceive the drift of her friend's remark. Duchess. "but I could. "you did perfectly right to come here. the King has inherited.you who just now admitted that my body and my mind both are in need of remedies? Madame de Chevreuse collected herself for a moment. we see the gentlemen of Albert de Luynes but seldom.' Duchess. Duchess. but by the side of those illustrious misfortunes to which we." "Has it been said. cannot comprehend that the dwellers in the plains below him are perishing from hunger and thirst in the midst of their lands burned up by the heat of the sun." "Why not? Alas! we are all mortal. you possess sources of pleasure. the hatred his father bore me. and you may perceive how rapidly I. which they must gratify before they die." "Why so?" "Because your Majesty will receive the next day. Duchess. your Majesty." "Oh.

"Died. and burn it yourself. most unhappy!" murmured Anne of Austria. For me there is danger of death. well?" "That the boy's tutor. in the arms of his tutor. beautiful and majestic in her bearing. Oh. "Traitors only. and that was my reason for not at once condoling with your Majesty. "destroy a royal correspondence. Duchess.the very same spot. the 2d of August. or guardian. of very high rank no doubt. Take. I inquired some years ago at Noisy-le-Sec about this unhappy child. you know. speak. in which you beg me to go to Noisy-le-Sec to see that unhappy child. tell me. the irony of which reflection the Queen pretended not to perceive. my health is fast failing me." "Well. in alarm. which was observed notwithstanding the mask and the mantle which concealed her figure. tell me!" "A letter dated Tuesday. The faithful. therefore." "That can be easily understood.. there are those words." "Traitors. I was told that it was not believed he was dead. then?" "They said." "What did they say about him. honest man who did not long survive him. certainly. I am getting old. the danger that this secret may be revealed.But no doubt they were mistaken. do you say?" "Yes. I have but one." "Did you not burn it?" cried Anne. with an air of discouragement which would have afforded the Queen the most unfeigned delight had it not been tempered in some measure by a mixture of doubt. never should the slightest allusion to so deplorable an event have reawakened your Majesty's legitimate distress. what next?" . but that is indeed most dangerous in its nature. certainly.came in a carriage to the place where the road branches off. "He died of consumption. took the child to this lady.'" "A dangerous paper? What one?" "So far as I am concerned.." "Well. on the contrary. to finish it in so cruel a manner!" "Is he dead?" cried the duchess. it is true. or rather they pretend to destroy.a poor. this dangerous paper. Madame. Madame de Chevreuse continued: "Well. everything connected with our mysterious correspondence of former times." replied the duchess. speak!" "They said that one evening about the year 1645 a lady. where I awaited news of the young Prince when your Majesty was pleased to send me there." "Nay." said Madame de Chevreuse." "Oh. Madame. The Queen's mind was wandering in the past. poor child. In your own handwriting. "Yes unhappy.at Noisy-le-Sec?" "Yes.a lady of rank.coverings. suddenly. with a curiosity whose sincere accents the Queen instinctively detected. 1644. and keep or sell it. if I had believed it. for it may happen that some day or other they will wish to seek out their Queen in order to say to her: 'Madame. died forgotten. which she leaves to die secreted in a drawer where she has hidden them from the world. Madame de Chevreuse was watching the progress of her scheme.." "You say that it is not believed that the child died at Noisy?" "No." "Died?" repeated the duchess. for your Majesty. most carefully secrete such treasures. It is so difficult to bear up under the weight of such a loss and such a secret. 'that unhappy child!'" A profound silence ensued. "how sad the existence he led. died withered and blighted like the flowers a lover has given to his mistress. Madame..

indeed! What motive could I have? If I had reason to be angry with your Majesty. "The person who gave me these details.no one is more disinterested." "Ah. Madame? I am not worthy that you should bend your looks upon me. Madame. suspended as it were by a thread. happy."That both the child and his tutor left that part of the country the very next day." "Of myself. But yet how strange it is-" "What can it now be?" thought the Queen. and no longer concealed her wishes. more truly royal. my whole being is devoted to your Majesty." said the duchess. and flourishing. But I am fatiguing your Majesty." "So much the better. the other in the flower of his youth. passing through Touraine-" "Touraine!" "Recognized both the tutor and the child too! I am wrong. to do so. as doctors say. "Speak. "what do you want?" "I must first explain to you-" "Do so unhesitatingly. then.'" The duchess's look and smile became more gentle." "What your Majesty says is quite true. both living. the haughty. Madame. more noble. Duchess! Let us first talk a little about yourself. age and misfortune effect a great change in people. Judge. age is fast creeping on us both." "Stay. Duchess?" "I.the one in a green old age." "You overpower me. since in point of fact the poor child died from a sudden attack of illness. since they will have changed you. as dumb as myself. This 'some one." .. No one knows it better than you. or what faith. she was under the charm. dearest!" said the Queen. Madame." "And yet." "Well. can be placed in anything that may happen in the world. with the kindness of your language. who had been sent to inquire after the child's health-" "Did you confide such a charge to any one else? Oh. however." "Why not. 'I accept." "Ask?" "Oh. he thought he recognized them. which up to the age of seven years makes the lives of all children. Duchess. should I have come here?" "Duchess. the adored duchess of former days might have answered me ungratefully. becoming uneasy. if they have come to you." "Do not praise me too highly. Madame. after renewing to you the assurance of my most respectful devotion.' Blessed be misfortunes. indeed? Are you not the oldest friend I have? Are you angry with me. Duchess!" "Some one as dumb as your Majesty." "There! you see there is some truth in what you relate. your Majesty can confer on me a pleasure unspeakable." "Your Majesty remembers it?" "Always. Madame.' some months after. a pleasure incomparable. I know you well. Duchess." "The proof I require is that you should ask something of me. give me a proof of your friendship. it was not my intention. 'I do not wish for anything from you. and you will now perhaps answer me. no one believes it more than myself. and I will take my leave of you. for the beautiful. after that. we should be united against that death whose approach threatens us." "No one has ever loved or served me as you have done. what truth can be attributed to the rumors which are circulated. "I could never praise you as much as you deserve to be praised. we will suppose it was myself. after that. cheerful.

then?" "I swear it. It is not unlikely that in the . The Queen could not help murmuring to herself." "Well. then. "if my presence can in any way be useful to you. And I shall be happy. on M. a thousand times yes! You promise me." "Nothing more than that?" "Good Heavens! Can you possibly imagine that in asking you that. "She is a good-hearted woman. if you like. delicious."What is it?" said the Queen." "And no one will lend them to you?" "No one. and I will write you an order on M." continued the Queen. Colbert. Chapter VI: How Jean de la Fontaine Wrote His First Tale ALL these intrigues are exhausted." "Call me as you used to do. "knowing me to be in disgrace. stupefied. but why?" "Because. Duchess." "I will not be too hard. no." "Will he pay it?" "If he will not pay it. "a hundred thousand crowns! you want a hundred thousand crowns to put Dampierre into repair?" "Quite as much as that." said the duchess. who is a far more courteous and obliging man." "Here it is: Will your Majesty do me the honor to pass a few days with me at Dampierre?" "Is that all?" said the Queen. gladly.. from an uneasiness of feeling produced by this remark. with some suspicion. my darling Anne-" "Do you know Spanish still?" "Yes.no. whereupon the Duchess seized her beautiful hand and covered it with kisses. Duchess. my dear mistress. all the money in Paris will be at my disposal. and afterwards dismissed her with a warm and cheerful embrace. gently nodding her head with an air of intelligence. laughing. I am not asking you the greatest conceivable favor? If that really be the case." exclaimed the duchess. no! agreeable. it will be a sweet echo of our happy youth." "Oh.. a little distant in her manner." "Useful. my good Chevreuse. and very generous too." "Will your Majesty consent to wait a fortnight before you come?" "Certainly." "I will lend them to you. I know but too well that your discreetness has never been properly acknowledged. Besides. I shouldn't dare to accept!" "You would be wrong if you did not. has developed itself freely in the three outlines which our recital has afforded.yes. Push that table a little towards me." said the Queen. so complicated in its exhibitions. "But do not forget." The Queen wrote and handed the duchess the order." "Ah!" said the Queen."oh. but it will be the first time he will have refused me. that I am quite as much under my son's influence as I was formerly under my husband's. Madame. Fouquet.. then. Will you accept?" "Yes. I will. the human mind. no one would lend me the hundred thousand crowns which I require to put Dampierre in a state of repair. But when it is known that I require that sum for the purpose of receiving your Majesty at Dampierre properly. delightful. a hundred thousand crowns is really not much. "Yes." "Ask me in Spanish. you do not know me.

awoke him out of his reverie. "Well. he inserted everything in it which the latter would most certainly never have taken the trouble to say of his own accord. and said. "I have borrowed twenty-five thousand livres of my aunt." "Well. and you. which made La Fontaine blush.. for the superintendent never kept any one waiting. engaged in a dispute upon the facility of making verses." added Pellisson. Mande. "anything new?" Pellisson raised his intelligent and gentle face. also were hovering near the dining-room. no! only-" "Only you remembered nothing about it.that is to say. in their turn. and now you come and ask. Gourville and the Abbe Fouquet talked over money matters. which at a later period was to be the cause of Vatel's death. also. the supper would be announced. for there was not the slightest appearance of money. because Pellisson wrote it for his friend. As soon as all the guests were assembled. where the superintendent was in the habit of receiving his select society of epicureans. and the fact is. and led him into the middle of a room the doors of which he had closed. Pellisson. "you bring your mite in the shape of the price of the piece of land you have sold?" ." he said. Every one in the house was aware of and felt the minister's distress.. and yet the gardeners who supplied the kitchens complained of a ruinous delay.. For some time past the host had been severely tried." he said. the amount would enable them to retire comfortably for the rest of their lives. M. more fallacious." "The payment of what?" asked La Fontaine. "I beg your pardon. the abbe borrowed a few pistoles from Gourville. did not arrive at all.that is to say. More than that. it was you who said that you would sell a corner of your house at Chateau-Thierry in order to furnish your own proportion. Presently Loret and La Fontaine would enter from the garden.future we are now preparing. There is a great difference between forgetting and not remembering." "Good!" replied Gourville. on the ordinary day of reception. but the springs by which they work will be so carefully concealed that no one will be able to see aught but flowers and paintings. calculated that if they were paid all that was due to them. too. and never was any pretext.just as at a theatre. he is quite right. then. "That is the truth. politics and intrigues may still appear. fish. and I have them here in good money. it was you who told us that the small estate at Corbeil was going to be sold by one of M. It was already half-past seven. "I had not forgotten it. We now return to St. and this speech was a masterpiece. Gourville went straight up to Pellisson. "we want only one hundred and ninety-five thousand livres for the first payment. and the guests were in good appetite. No more magnificent and recklessly improvident reunions! Finance had been the pretext assigned by Fouquet.." replied Loret. was engaged in finishing the peroration of a speech with which Fouquet was to open the parliament. The agents for the supply of Spanish wines frequently sent drafts which no one honored. However. whom the superintendent engaged on the coast of Normandy. Fouquet's creditors. As soon as eight o'clock struck. 'The payment of what?'" This remark was received with a general laugh. Fouquet's friends flocked in more numerously than ever. The painters and musicians. "What! absent-minded as usual? Why. Vatel was most resolutely painstaking in keeping up the reputation of the house. fishermen.oh. who proposed that all his friends should subscribe. seated with his legs crossed. where a Colossus appears upon the scene walking along moved by the small legs and slender arms of a child concealed within the framework. as Gourville wittily said.

"I have introduced in it the greatest freedom of language I could possibly employ. with cold indifference. dear poet!" "Extremely obscene. "Is that all you have brought us back?" "Oh. "I have tried to exceed everything that Boccaccio." "And the adversary?" "Neither was the adversary. jesting poetry written in France?" "Yes." "What is it?" "Have you noticed that there is a good deal of sportive." "Exceedingly so." Peals of laughter again broke forth. you know. "And. my wife and her relations interfered in the matter. but a rare article is a dear article. for I had an immense deal of work to do. at which there were fresh bursts of laughter." "Poor fellow!" "I had eight different horses." said some one. "Certainly I did." "That may be." replied every one. then?" inquired Gourville. and when the laughter had somewhat ceased. The fellow drew back from his bargain." Every one had great difficulty in keeping his countenance at the relation of this tragic comedy. for he knew the poet's disinterestedness. I suppose?" "No. from all sides. she threw a loaf of bread at my head. and then I got upon my horse again. "you must have been terribly angry. and you fought?" "It seems not. while the poet was thus announcing the quality of his wares. and then my wife began to quarrel with me." he continued. "And yet you went to Chateau-Thierry for that purpose." "In real earnest?" "Yes." "Very good. in astonishment." "The laws are strict. a large loaf." replied the latter. of course. "And. oh. and here I am." "And what did you do?" "Oh! I upset the table over her and her guests. "My wife would not let me. one of the guests present said to him." "Oh! oh!" "Extremely cynical. and on horseback. but I was not wounded. Aretino and other masters . no! I have an excellent idea in my head." "You know nothing about it. I had caught cold. I returned home. "only a very small portion of it is printed."Sold? no!" "And have you not sold the field." continued the poet." "You are an excellent fellow! And you rested yourself when you arrived there!" "Rested! Oh! of course I did. and I was almost jolted to death." "Oh." "How so?" "My wife had been flirting with the man to whom I wished to sell the land." "Capital!" cried his friends. in real earnest." "Oh. and that is the reason why I have written a small poem extremely licentious. the devil!" "Yes. and so I challenged him." pursued La Fontaine. for he never came on to the field. I was kept a quarter of an hour with my sword in my hand.

crossed the threshold with his eyes filled with tears.. rubbing his hands together. this generous heart. tranquilly." "Oh! indeed!" was the general acclamation from all parts of the room." "Heaven bless the idea. "Poor offering.. simply. I offer them as my contribution. my friends." This wonderful conclusion raised the mirth of all present to a climax. who had exhausted all pleasures and all honors." replied La Fontaine. "I assure you. "Exactly. "My dear poet." Chapter VII: La Fontaine as a Negotiator FOUQUET pressed La Fontaine's hand most warmly. I did not do it on my own account so much as on M. laughing. "Poor fellow! so you have on my account been beaten by your wife and damned by your confessor?" "Oh. in a tone tender and filled with emotion. "Serious and religious books sell at about half that rate. who are a man of taste." "Good God!" cried Pellisson. will be the first to approve of what I have done. "If your creditors will only wait a couple of years." exclaimed La Fontaine. This man. with a little air of pride. de la Fontaine is in funds to-day.. and the total sum in the purse amounted to forty thousand livres. devoured the material and moral substance of the first kingdom in the world. The money was still being counted over when the superintendent noiselessly entered the room. Pellisson. "And I have sold the first edition of this little book for eight hundred livres. "you must not suppose that I have brought only this idea and the eighty pistoles to the superintendent. Gourville." he said.of their craft have written in the same style. it is a mere nothing!" replied the poet." said Gourville." said Fouquet. which at two editions each will pay off the debt. not only for the eighty pistoles which each of them will produce you.thank you!" And as he could not embrace everyone present." "It would have been better.all were weeping a little. The others stripped themselves in the same way. saying to him. who had.my heart." "Is it a matter of millions?" said Gourville. who gave a hundred and fifty livres. this inexhaustible brain.he embraced La Fontaine. do not go too far." he . and not amusing enough. "to have written two religious books instead!" "It would have been too long.Fouquet. philosophers though they were. "Quick. "it will be condemned!" "Do you think so?" said La Fontaine. It was then Loret's turn. saying to him." "Not at all. and you. who had possessed so many millions. "My eight hundred livres are in this little bag." "Oh! oh!" said La Fontaine." As he said this.. He had heard everything. "you will disappear in the smallest corner of my empty purse. "You have had a most brilliant success up to the present moment. if it brings me one or two millions. I shall have written a hundred other tales. he placed his offering in the hands of their treasurer. quick!" cried the assembly. M. write a hundred other tales. and passed his white and slender fingers through the gold and silver. Fouquet's. Never did more generous coins rattle in the divine balances in which charity weighs good hearts and good intentions against the counterfeit coin of devout hypocrites. but still more to enrich our language with a hundred other masterpieces. Thank you. but you have filled to overflowing that which nothing can ever exhaust." replied La Fontaine. like two burning crucibles. gayly. "M. M. "I have fifteen hundred thousand livres here. "Take care!" said Pellisson in La Fontaine's ear.

"but I equally think that a million and a half is far better than the gown. Fouquet left us still. Monsieur the Superintendent!" added La Fontaine. stopping the discussion by the expression of his own opinion. but acknowledge that you are no lawyer. but the brain." "Tell it. a poet and a painter. "Quo non ascendam." said the obstinate Pellisson. 'You must feel very hot in such a house as that in the summer.'" A burst of laughter. a sculptor." retorted Pellisson." said Loret. and pronounce the gown to be nothing but a bugbear." said La Fontaine." "And it seems so to me without that gown." "There is no question of the gown at all. of whom we have no reason to complain.. gravely. and every person present connected with literature. followed this sally. "A million and a half!" Pellisson grumbled out. if therefore you do not wish to belong to the Academy. why do you allow yourself to form one of the parliament?" "Oh! oh!" said Pellisson." said some one present. a friend of the arts and sciences. "Take the gown away from the procureur-general." said Pellisson. "The smiles and the graces. de la Fontaine. "Because the hare will be the very one who will not be over-pleased to see M." "Fugiunt risus leporesque. I think. "There was a tortoise which was as usual well protected by its shell." said Conrart. "You are. "whether the barrister's gown does or does not become M. annoyed at the laughter of the company. it took refuge within its covering. we agree with M. smiling. I do acknowledge it!" replied M. "It is not the pocket you should touch." persisted La Fontaine." "Oh. the gown is in question." said Loret." "I wish to know." said Conrart. here is a snake who will give you a million and a half for your shell. "I ought to know it too." "And I am of Gourville's opinion. Gourville?" "I think the gown in question is a very good thing." replied the latter. which would necessarily bear down all the others. with all due deference to the academicians. Fouquet. "But why hares?" objected Conrart. "If you were to be nominated at the Academy." said Pellisson.replied." exclaimed Fouquet. "would seem to me impossible with a procureur's gown. I repeat. "The deuce take this Gascon from Chateau-Thierry!" cried Loret." said Fouquet. true!" cried Loret. Fouquet. striking himself on the chest. Fouquet. vexed. and you are altogether prevented from showing off your graces." "True." "I think I should. "On the contrary. "you are not procureur-general. "That is not the way. but as he is no procureur-general without his gown. "that I translate lepores. "What is your opinion. "Now I happen to know an Indian fable-" "Tell it to me. Fouquet retaining the elements of strength which belong to his parliamentary position. "we are talking politics." "Oh! oh!" murmured the poets. One day some one said to it. "and we have M. Conrart. "Thus: 'The hares run away as soon as they see M." ." "How do you translate it?" said La Fontaine. "Whenever its enemies threatened it.you are a poet." "Very good. "Stay a moment. you would refuse. in which the superintendent joined. tell it!" said the others.

is he not?" added La Fontaine. "You forget AEschylus." said Conrart. "Well. Pellisson.your vulture probablywho was a great lover of tortoises mistook at a distance his head for a block of stone. then?" "Yes. Monsieur. his wife wants to make him ambitious." "Yes. embraced me. and a vulture."Good!" said the superintendent. Mande. yes." "What is his name?" "Vanel. and but too happy is that tortoise to which a snake pays a million and a half for his envelope. He accosted me. "Whenever a vulture wishes to devour a tortoise." resumed Fouquet. with an expression of great interest. no!" said La Fontaine. The moral is that M. he well knows how to break his shell. If any one were to bring me a generous-hearted snake like the one in your fable." interrupted Loret. what next?" said La Fontaine. Madame Vanel dreams of nothing else but being called Madame the Procureuse-Generale. "I beg your pardon. laughing.. Fouquet should take very good care to keep his gown. and he told you-" "That some one had spoken to him about a post in parliament. and took me to the inn called L'Image-Saint-Fiacre. yes. much more interested in the apologue than in its moral. and remained naked and defenceless." "Do you mean to say that you have found a purchaser for my post of procureur-general?" exclaimed Fouquet." said Fouquet." "Well. "Well. an excellent fellow." resumed Pellisson. Monsieur." "But the superintendent has never said that he wished to sell. a counsellor belonging to the parliament. I am a witness to that. tell us all about it.her husband. La Fontaine." "He must have been watching his wife. the husband of-" "Precisely." said Gourville."Vanel." he said to his adversary. "and to do everything that you have done. is already found. "he is far from being jealous. A vulture happened to see him." "Poor fellow!" said Fouquet. La Fontaine is right. Monsieur. "well. "I have. and told me all about his troubles. "The tortoise sold his shell. La Fontaine. "He seems very tenacious about his brilliant idea. and a short time ago I met him walking about on the Place de la Bastille. "What do you mean?" "AEschylus was bald-headed." "Vanel!" exclaimed Fouquet." said Gourville. that M. and being hungry broke the tortoise's back with a blow of his beak and devoured it. and that she is dying of it every night she is not dreaming of it. "Oh.. I see him occasionally. black and very rare." "The deuce!" ." "He has his troubles. then. and let a tortoise which was shrunk up in his shell fall upon it." "Rara avis in terris!" cried Conrart. who had become very thoughtful. "And like a black swan. laughing. "you yourself spoke about it-" "Yes. at the very moment when I was about to take the small carriage to come down here to St. Fouquet's name had been mentioned." La Fontaine understood the moral seriously." "It is very simple. who is the purchaser?" "A perfect black bird. I would give him my shell. the bird in question. "he wishes to be procureur-general?" "He wishes to be everything that you have been." "It is very agreeable. that ever since.

I know. let us be hospitable. who had not hitherto said a word." said La Fontaine." "And Vanel would draw back from his offer if he were to be taken at his word. seriously. Fouquet. Fouquet holds is by no means trifling." said Fouquet. why do you beat about the bush so much?" "Semper ad adventum. to that gentleman. if possible. it would be delightful to make use of this fiend's money to repair the injury which an angel has done herself for me. has refused seventeen hundred thousand livres. 'Yes. and. first of all." "I will go myself. what is your reply?" "Well. "what about my negotiation?" "Admirable. Within a quarter of an hour afterwards M. and tell him that I am distressed to have kept him waiting. you have not yet heard the denouement of my story. fortunately accompanied by Gourville. 'had estimated it at about fourteen hundred thousand. M. but that I was not aware he was there.' replied Vanel.' 'How much do you imagine it to be?' he said. Send for him. "let the business be a serious one if it is to be one at all. to present him to M. with the air of a nobleman who condescends to barbarisms. "is that Vanel." cried La Fontaine. "My denouement." "If there is a denouement. Well. "I do not believe it. 'M. Fouquet. Mande. But. 'that the value of a post such as that which M. Make my apologies." Pellisson looked with a surprised air at Fouquet.' 'My wife. "but there are some persons who are anxious to have the steed who have not money enough to pay for the bridle. Vanel was introduced into the superintendent's cabinet. Maur. "What do you know about it?" "Why.'" "That's a pretty sum to touch all at once. you will see how I manage this one. go on!" "'I suppose you know' said I to Vanel. "Poor Madame Vanel!" murmured Fouquet. and has received the purchase-money. for absorbed in his own calculations." La Fontaine set off at once. since you know where he is. "That may be. implored me to bring him with me. La Fontaine. La Fontaine. the poet would have mistaken the route. the description and details of which have already been given at the beginning of this history. and was hurrying as fast as he could towards the village of St. "Well!" inquired La Fontaine. "A fiend!" he said in a low voice to Fouquet. Fouquet. whose thoughts were from that moment fixed upon a fresh object." "And I will accompany you." said the Abbe Fouquet. he called Pellisson. she has sold some property of hers in Guienne." "Well. When Fouquet saw him enter." "No jesting. I left him in that part of the grounds called Bel-Air." "So that-" "So that he is here. it is not fitting that the husband of Madame Vanel should catch cold on my grounds."Poor woman!" said Fouquet. my dear poet!" "Yes. Pellisson shrugged his shoulders. knowing that I was coming to St." continued the Abbe Fouquet. "Wait a moment! Conrart is always telling me that I do not know how to conduct matters of business. Is that correct?" said Fouquet.' 'Ready money?' I asked. and whispered a few ." said the Abbe Fouquet. The Latinists clapped their hands. that determined black bird." said Gourville. "I can carry the money-bags.

" "Can you give me the money immediately?" "I have not the money with me. distrust is awakened only by inferior natures." "Very good. Marguerite wishes to be the wife of a procureur-general." said Fouquet. hypocritical palm. He had neglected . Monsieur?" Vanel hesitated. I know that offers of purchase have already been made to you for it. Monsieur!" said Fouquet. Monseigneur"." Vanel then ran hastily to the door." "Very well. that will be useless. said seriously to the superintendent. This loyal hand lay for a moment in Vanel's moist. upon this affair?" Fouquet turned round his head. "I am told that you wish to purchase a post I hold. saying. the jeweller will accompany you. "When will you be able to have it?" "Whenever you please. to fix the price. and you will postpone the supper until Madame de Belliere's arrival. It is that which constitutes the strength of such men. but we will arrange that the payment and the signature shall take place at six o'clock to-morrow morning. as cold as ice." "Madame Vanel. together with the jewels of every description. Fouquet opened and nobly extended his own. Monseigneur. he opened the subterranean passage. The superintendent gently disengaged his hand. in the judgment of the man he was blindly obeying. as he rose. "Adieu. You will take the black horses. "Adieu. "Be seated. not quite clear as to his friend's meaning or intention. "Will you give me your word. values it at fourteen hundred thousand livres. and why not confer this pleasure upon her? And now that the most scrupulous and sensitive conscience will be unable to reproach me with anything. Monseigneur. frightened almost by the unpretending simplicity. like every true friend. "Pardieu! and you. of the man. trembled all over. and was about to begin a speech.words in his ear: "Do not lose a word of what I am going to say. and he began to be afraid that Fouquet was trifling with him. let my thoughts be bestowed on the woman who loves me. I would say at once. Let all the silver and gold plate. and feeling quite bewildered. "If it were not for the trouble you would have in returning to Paris. M." "That is all we have. Vanel! Present my humblest respects to Madame Vanel. for he had expected disputes and difficulties. and opposition of every kind." "Will it be necessary to notify Madame de Belliere?" said Pellisson. I will do that. and he turned towards the secret door. How much can you give me for it?" "It is for you. "No. I have been told. Vanel bowed low to the superintendent. as he again said. be packed up in the carriage. and fled. but confident. and he pressed it in his own. politely. who felt the blood rushing up to his head. and rapidly hastened towards the means of communicating between the house at Vincennes and his own residence. and at last finished by hesitatingly holding out his hand. Madame de Belliere ought to be there by this time"." said Vanel. upon which Vanel. in order the better to convince himself." said Vanel. Chapter VIII: Madame de Belliere's Plate and Diamonds HARDLY had Fouquet dismissed Vanel than he began to reflect for a few moments: "A man never can do too much for the woman he has once loved. After Fouquet had locked himself in. for he was quite confounded by his success." "Go my friend!" Pellisson set off. hurried along the vestibules. amounting to greatness.

but the interest of your money still remains to be arranged". which amounted to thirteen hundred thousand livres. Monseigneur. "A hundred thousand livres' profit! cried the goldsmith. he unfastened from his sleeve a diamond button. "No. where a magnificent spectacle presented itself." said the superintendent." She blushed. but because she is the best. "Supper is ready. she ran to take from under the door the letter which he had thrust there. but now her loveliness was dazzling. In fact. "are a grand nobleman!" Fouquet let the worthy goldsmith pass out of the room by a secret door." said Vatel. payable at sight. completely overcome. Monseigneur." cried the goldsmith. Marchioness. "Do you not think. Monsieur. The crowd of guests hurried more rapidly than is customary at ministerial entertainments towards the banqueting-room. "and you have done well. and farewell! You are an honest man. upon the side-tables." said Fouquet. "And yet." "And you." said some one. who was already surrounded by all the guests. gentlemen." With her heart filled with happiness. and saying this. She had not observed that Fouquet's black horses had arrived at the same time. The superintendent thanked him for having been good enough to regard as a simple deposit in his hands the valuable property which he had had every right to sell. The marchioness was always beautiful. "there are certain kindnesses which can never be repaid." "Well?" said Fouquet to Pellisson. "Take this.relics of those ancient . Madame de Belliere ran to her carriage in the Avenue de Vincennes. touching him on the shoulder. with a smile. going to his desk. having returned to St." he said to the goldsmith. before twelve o'clock the next day. he had stationed himself to watch her arrival. glittered most dazzlingly the richest and most costly gold and silver plate that was ever seen." returned the latter. perfectly assured that she would never fail to be exact at the rendezvous. with majestic air and tone. in the midst of flowers and light. we are waiting supper for you.. and which simply said." "That is pleasant. and then went to receive Madame de Belliere. at his treasury. at last I have understood you. which Fouquet had not yet left. The profit is about that which you would have made. smoking and covered with foam. "Come. upon the supper-table itself. nay. not so. smiling. "Well. in a low tone. he wrote an order for fourteen hundred thousand livres. who was standing at the entrance. The noise the superintendent made aroused her. where. in a few minutes she was holding out her hand to Gourville. And yet-" "Yet?" said the marchioness. Pellisson introduced the goldsmith into the cabinet. "that can very well be said of one who has the finest diamonds in Paris. all the jewels which Madame is wearing this evening are nothing but false stones. Monseigneur. what generosity!" "Nay. which the goldsmith himself had often valued at three thousand pistoles. "in remembrance of me. He cast his eyes on the total of the account.to apprise his friend of his approach by ringing the bell. the marchioness had arrived. "Oh. Then. and was waiting." said Fouquet. in order the better to please his master. Upon the buffets. Mande with Pellisson and the very jeweller to whom Madame de Belliere had sold her plate and her jewels. "Oh! oh!" exclaimed all the guests. "that Madame is incomparably beautiful this evening? And do you happen to know why?" "Because Madame is the most beautiful of women.

to her goldsmith. and cast for the purpose of holding flowers. and. killed but did not pillage one another. between the remains of two garlands. These hidden marvels. whom the Medici family had patronized. and as she held out her glass with a faltering hand. together with the heap of jewels now before her. which had been buried during the civil wars.when noblemen. the supper soon became a fete. "Gentlemen." added Pellisson. . her look. Happy. at a time when gold yet existed in France. the superintendent did not leave the table before the end of the dessert. d'Herblay. curious mosaics of ancient Alexandria. and then turned his eyes towards the antechamber. strange to say. fighting against noblemen. whom all nobleness aroused and all beauty charmed. emeralds. the thread of which the flame of a lamp had just burned. carved by the old Greeks of Asia Minor. "let us also drink to the health of him who inspired Madame's noble conduct. "all this plate which you behold once belonged to Madame de Belliere. and allowed Vatel to reconcile him to the wines of the Rhone and those from the shores of Spain. mounted in silver. and her trembling fingers touched those of Fouquet. The Abbe Fouquet became so good-natured that Gourville said to him. No one sought for wit. Bishop of Vannes!" the usher announced." But the most remarkable object present was the cover which Fouquet had assigned to the marchioness. had sculptured.magnificent productions which the Florentine artists. Near her was a pyramid of diamonds. The marchioness turned pale as she recognized what she had never expected to see again. found its reflection and response in that of her ardent and generous-hearted lover." A tremendous burst of applause followed his words. it was heard high above the noise of the mirth which prevailed. instead of touching the ground. and Aramis's grave and thoughtful face appeared in the door-way. "And then. Involuntarily his foot parted company with the foot which Madame de Belliere had rested on his for two hours." It was now the marchioness's turn. had timidly reappeared during the intervals of that war of good taste called the Fronde. antique cameos. supported by a tripod of gilt bronze which had been sculptured by Benvenuto. because no one was without it. pale and smiling. chased. Fouquet did not even make a sign in dismissal of the richly liveried servants who crowded like bees round the huge buffets and other tables in the room. This noble conduct of a devoted friend can well be understood by such friends as you. All that plate had Madame de Belliere's arms engraved upon it. "Take care. sardonyx stones. A profound silence seemed to seize upon every one of the restless and excited guests. sent all this gold and silver.. and massive Egyptian bracelets lay heaped up in a large plate of Palissy ware." he said. Fouquet listened attentively. pressed upon his heart. "here is a P and a B. who having observed one of her friends in great distress. contrary to his usual custom. "Look!" cried La Fontaine." The hours passed away so joyously that. Monsieur the Abbe! If you are so tender. La Fontaine forgot his Gorgny wine. delighted as a man is whose heart becomes intoxicated before his head. It seemed as if he could hear a step passing across it. for such a man is worthy of being worthily loved. sapphires. with mountings of Mysian gold. Suddenly a carriage rolled into the courtyard. She rose. "M. is that man who sees himself loved in such a manner! Let us drink to the health of Madame de Belliere. full of love. Begun in this manner. and as if this step. you will be eaten. He smiled upon his friends. indeed. and for the first time he looked at the clock. and made poor Madame de Belliere sink back dumb and breathless on her seat.

de Mazarin specifies. on reaching the cabinet. perhaps?" "No. he threw himself into a chair. Fouquet took the hand of Madame de Belliere. pretexts are never wanting with her! Let me tell you what hers is. M. respectfully. I have seen Madame de Chevreuse. and this time you will not be mistaken. Aramis." As the word "business" had aroused the attention of some of the epicureans present. and then led her to an adjoining salon. de Mazarin's Receipt FOUQUET would have uttered an exclamation of delight on seeing another friend arrive. a bishop." "You have never heard that there was a charge of embezzlement?" "Yes.Chapter IX: M. then. or a musketeer. "Do not keep me in suspense. since she wishes to draw some money out of you. it is said. the superintendent led him towards his cabinet. "Well. "Indeed! under what pretext?" "Oh." As he said this." "Very good. They concern." "Do you not suspect what I mean?" "Not at all.just as in your own case when you. either. do you mean?" "Yes. if the cold air and constrained appearance of Aramis had not restored all his reserve." replied Aramis. Since I have been engaged in public matters I have hardly heard anything else but that. forgot respect and etiquette. but these letters have nothing whatever to do with the prelate's love-affairs. The very thing of which they are always accusing ministers of finance is the embezzlement of public funds." "The old duchess. "Guess whom I have seen this evening?" "My dear Chevalier. after your pleasure." "Monseigneur. d'Herblay." replied Aramis. "And yet you would be frightened. the old she-wolf herself. "I will begin by begging you to excuse me for having interrupted this merry meeting." added the superintendent." "I am not surprised at that. we are too happy when matters of business arrive only at the end of a meal." "Let us see what he specifies. who looked at him with a kind of uneasiness. a moment's audience on matters of business. "Business first of all. at the noise we madcaps are making. M." "Without teeth?" "Possibly. saying." "Her ghost. but not without claws. no. after having recommended her to the most reasonable of his guests." "Madame de Chevreuse knows very well that you are not avaricious. It seems that the duchess has a good many letters of M." . every time you begin in that manner I am sure to hear you announce something disagreeable. phlegmatically. a hundred. for according to the duchess. financial matters. "Well. are charged with impiety. perhaps. "Are you going to join us at our dessert?" he asked. But let us specify. for the prelate was gallant enough. nay. with cowardice. a thousand times. saying." "And accordingly they are less interesting." "Yes.." "Well! what harm can she meditate against me? I am no miser. even by the woman who no longer dares to provoke love. de Mazarin's in her possession. with women who are not prudes. taking Aramis by the arm. And then. my dear friend. Generosity is a quality that is always prized. and then I will beg you to give me. Fouquet rose.

" "Nay. and so it hides itself out of the way. "is your memory. Ah!" he said. one can have a very tolerable calumny for such a sum as that!" replied Fouquet."thirteen millions! I am trying to remember them out of all those I have been accused of stealing. d'Herblay. of which." he continued." "I am delighted to hear it. the Cardinal placed them under my name. "Ah! now I know what you mean"."Something like a sum of thirteen million livres. "Nay. agitated. he then became very pale. in the first place. Madame de Chevreuse was right. then?" said Aramis. "I remember the paper as if I saw it. It is certain that the duchess has certain letters in her possession. somewhat crumpled." said Fouquet." said Fouquet. "I am orderly out of a spirit of idleness. and he began to laugh heartily. to save myself the trouble of looking after things. no one but myself is aware of the secret. the perfect order which prevails with you." said Aramis. and with a confident hand he felt the bundle of papers which were piled up in the open drawer. and gave me a receipt. No one but myself arranges any papers of mine of this nature.. nay. with an air of great satisfaction. and turned them over once more. since she wished to sell them to me for five hundred thousand livres. without a light." said Aramis. he cancelled them in the registry of receipts. M." said Aramis. It is thick. Heaven rest his soul! made a profit of thirteen millions upon a concession of lands in the Valtelline. the disposal of which it would be very embarrassing for you to disclose." "Very good." "Thirteen millions!" said the superintendent. and place my hand upon the very paper I need. "So much the better. my dear monsieur. I have appropriated the public funds. "This is very singular. it is serious. Chevalier? Surely there is every reason for it.. and went to his large ebony bureau. as he quietly rose from his chair." Fouquet took out the bundle of papers. your self-possession. a little reassured. in order to enable him the more comfortably to look up towards the ceiling. "look elsewhere." "Yes. "That Mazarin's receipt has been stolen from me. look in another drawer. Aramis rose from his seat. I could find it". stretching himself in his arm-chair. If the . my dear Monseigneur. do not get excited!" "And why not." As the superintendent looked into the drawer. and that we want it very much." "Well. and finally. more than that. I have never made a mistake. yes. Yes. then." "Quite useless. and then made me advance them to him for war expenses. then there is no doubt of their proper disbursement?" "No. do not get irritated. "Your memory is treacherous.you." said Fouquet. tell me about them. and these letters must be genuine. I remember them quite well. sent them to me. Mazarin had made a blot upon the figure of the date. besides. "What I most admire in you. a poet par excellence." "What do you conclude. inlaid with mother-of-pearl and gold. I am a thief. and so I know that Mazarin's receipt is in the third drawer under the letter M. one day Signor Mazarin. no one but myself ever opens this drawer. "the paper knows we are talking about it. I open the drawer. then. "I remember the story of those thirteen millions now." "You have the receipt?" "Of course. I have robbed the State coffers of thirteen millions of money. Chevalier. with gilt edges." "Oh." "Do not laugh. "Don't confine your search to that drawer. In the night.

then scandal and dishonor will follow." "Those criminals who know how to find a safe asylum are never in danger." "And why not. which almost annihilated Fouquet. then?" he said at last. I suppose that she went and sold them to M. and the sentence carried out. and when she left me. I do not mean that. "You are procureur-general no longer. "that is. my friend. "Yes. "Well." said Aramis." Aramis looked as if he had been thunder-stricken. to discharge a debt of honor". I suppose?" "Yes. and with a wild. harshly. You see that unless you wish to condemn yourself-" "Oh!" cried Fouquet suddenly. What has it cost?" . for I had her followed. to offer me fourteen hundred thousand livres for the appointment." "Take care!" interrupted Aramis. said. and that you are the procureur-general. do you say?" "No. in Heaven's name?" "Because the proceedings against those ministers were determined." "Legal proceedings will be instituted." "Another blow! Why not? A peculator is. "I do not think you are in full possession of your senses." Aramis approached Fouquet. completed. went out by a back door." "Since when?" "Since four or five hours ago. pitilessly. that they are instituted by the procureur-general." "What! Make my escape. what? What is the matter?" "I am procureur-general no longer. and in an affectionate tone of voice said. brought by my friends. Colbert. smiling. "that a little while ago some one came to me. and proceeded straight to the intendant's house in the Rue Croix-des-Petits-Champs. at once. dashing his fist upon the table. a fine trait. who sat trembling in his chair. coldly. and a judgment is given in accordance with them. your friend the superintendent can follow to Montfaucon his colleague Enguerrand de Marigny and his predecessor Samblancay." Aramis at this reply became as livid as death. under any circumstances.. "not so fast!" "And why not? Why not so fast? What do you suppose Madame de Chevreuse will have done with those letters. he placed his hand on his shoulder." said Aramis. haggard look. and of the manner in which he had thought he ought to repay that generosity. the intelligent and mocking expression of his countenance was changed to an expression of gloom and terror which had more effect upon the superintendent than all the exclamations and speeches in the world. You forget that all such proceedings originate in the parliament. "Do not forget that the position of M. blindly." returned Fouquet.. close to the open drawers. a criminal. and that I have sold it. Fouquet can in no way be compared to that of Samblancay or of Marigny. indeed." "Oh. while in your case the same thing cannot take place.fly?" "No. collect yourself!" "I tell you. "You had need of money. I might have said I was sure of it." "Well?" "I said I supposed so. she returned to her own house.for you refused them. laying a stress upon every syllable. and in a few words he gave Aramis an account of Madame de la Belliere's generosity. and all will fall upon me like a thunderbolt. he pressed his hands together convulsively.legal proceedings are well arranged. "Yes.

" "It is not yet completed. But at all events. "I believe I have deserved to be called a man of honor.. opinionated and commonplace. Chevalier. bound hand and foot. Is he a friend of yours?" "Certainly.if you allow me to manage the affair.he endangers his life." "Stay a moment! It is at six o'clock. Aramis sighed deeply. It is my single virtue. therefore. if it be loyal and honorable. "Monsieur.that man of honor. for twelve o'clock to-morrow.the price of my appointment. my mind admires and fears yours. after it has been once pledged!" Aramis replied to the almost stern look of the minister with a look full of anger. though. I tell you that you will not sign!" "I have given my word." repeated Fouquet. the ordinary run of men are simple enough to admire this custom of mine. he appeals to Heaven. by force of habit. without reflection.. I shall sign. once passed. as a relief to his feelings. but I shall to-morrow." "And so you are determined to sign the sale of the office which would defend you against all your enemies?" "Yes." "Oh." "If you have given it. leave me the honor of it. "and I trust you will not refuse to make use of that?" "Certainly not. as he replied: "I am a poor Breton."Exactly the fourteen hundred thousand livres. in fact. it is a two-edged sword. is estimated according to the worth of the man who gives it. The value of a word. then." "Heaven be praised!" cried Aramis." "I know nothing more loyal than a renunciation of your purchaser.as everything is. that is all. have I not? As a soldier I have risked my life five hundred times. as a priest I have rendered great services. you will take it back again. which you propose. imprudent friend!" "I have not yet received the amount. and looked all round him with the impatient gesture of a man who would gladly dash something to pieces. this very morning." he said. "nothing is yet completed. from a false notion of honor. an order upon my treasury. "We have still one means left." "Which you received in that manner. With that word. for I have given the goldsmith. then?" "It must be carried out. in a most expressive tone." Fouquet bent down his head." "But the goldsmith?" "You shall receive the fourteen hundred thousand livres from me at a quarter before twelve. So long as it is in his own keeping it is of the purest. "Fouquet recall his word. he courts the risk rather than that his adversary should secure advantages.." "You will deliver yourself up." he said. Monsieur. I do not say that I keep my word from a moral instinct. he defends himself as with an honorable weapon. since you have not been paid. finest gold." "Ah! what are you saying to me?" cried Fouquet. if you like. you shall be absolute master!" "With whom are you in treaty? What man is it?" "I am not aware whether you know the parliament?" . Oh." "Oh. but-" "'But'!. that I am to sign.and to justice. both to the State and to my friends. And then. I do not despair. into which the purchaser's money will be paid at six or seven o'clock. clapping his hands together. considering that when he disregards his word. I keep it. when his wish to keep it has passed away. which the most scrupulous casuists would disdain?" "I shall sign.

passing his hand across his forehead. supported by golden figures. Colbert's Rough Draught VANEL. no. rising abruptly from his seat. "These obstinate people always contrive matters in such a way that one cannot but admire them. and advanced into the middle of the cabinet. "the name of Madame Vanel's new lover?" "Ah! she has a new lover." "Do you now think it worth while to be so scrupulous with regard to keeping your word?" "Yes. which she wishes to sell. and extended his hand with a gesture of welcome to Vanel. who entered at this stage of the conversation. contrived to remove from his face all traces of the emotion which Aramis's revelation had occasioned. perhaps?" "No. struck six. Fouquet held out his hand to him. He was no longer.. therefore. for the moment. "M. At his first step into the room he fixed upon the delicate yet firm countenance of the Bishop of Vannes a look of astonishment which soon became one of scrutinizing inquiry. he lives in the Rue Croix-des-Petits-Champs." "His name is M. he held his head proudly erect." "Of your former mistress?" "Yes." Fouquet turned his eyes from those of Aramis and replied.he had already." said Gourville." said Fouquet. Aramis knew the superintendent well.yes. . and at the very moment a richly ornamented tortoise-shell clock. He confined himself. Jean Baptiste Colbert. from which the perspiration was starting." Aramis walked straight to Fouquet.intending to resume later an active part in the conversation. which was standing on a console table opposite to the fireplace. then. my dear fellow. Vanel come in." murmured Aramis." "Gracious Heaven!" murmured Fouquet. The sound of a door opening in the vestibule was heard. "Do you know. Vanel was visibly overcome. One of the presidents. I have no idea what his name is. I certainly owed poor Vanel that slight concession. a man overwhelmed by misfortune and reduced to expedients.that is to say." Chapter X: M. "Let M. complete master of himself. But."Most of its members. at the door of the cabinet. and I am a gainer by it. "inquiries if Monseigneur can receive him. was for Aramis and Fouquet the full stop which terminates a sentence. he is intendant of the finances. the delicacy of the feelings of his heart and the exalted nature of his mind could no longer surprise him. since I at the same time confer a pleasure on his wife. She is anxious to be Madame the Procureuse-General. he was in his own house." he said very calmly. then? I was not aware of it. "Vanel! the husband of Marguerite Vanel?" "Exactly. As for Fouquet. by the energy of his own resolute will. Vanel. Aramis's presence in Fouquet's cabinet had quite another signification. do you not?" "That I am lost. "You now begin to understand." Aramis became purple. and took hold of his hand. He was prime minister. a true politician... for Vanel. bowing to everything and everybody.to the difficult role of a man who looks on and listens in order to learn and understand. where Madame de Chevreuse has this evening carried Mazarin's letters. only a counsellor-" "Ah. ah!" "Who is named Vanel. "Vanel!" he cried.

" "On the contrary. Monseigneur. "Monseigneur!" he muttered. Monseigneur. while Aramis uttered a "Hum!" of impatience. "Yes. astonished at the extremely haughty tone with which Aramis had put the question. "Yesterday I wished to sell-" "Monseigneur has done more than wish to sell. fourteen hundred thousand livres is an important sum.. is not the affair rather a burdensome one for you?" "Certainly." . as a favor. who was delighted to find the superintendent carrying on the debate with such clearness and precision. you would blame me." replied Fouquet. and I." "I received your word as a perfect assurance that it would be kept." he said. Vanel." he said. "he has reflected on the matter. indeed." returned Fouquet." "Come. but addressing himself to Fouquet. yes. I am. I believe. Vanel! I shall not blame you for a failure in your word." "I know that." said the superintendent: "for a man's mind is variable and full of little caprices." said Fouquet. indicating Vanel with his finger." "Oh." "Monseigneur sees. "No." said Vanel: "for a man must be either imprudent or a fool to undertake engagements which he cannot keep. "In matters of business. who do me the honor-" "Call me Monseigneur. and sometimes very worthy of respect." "So important. tell me frankly." "No doubt. "this is the gentleman." replied Vanel. M. Monseigneur has sold. "but in what way am I to address you." said Vanel. M. that may be so." said Vanel to himself.I entreat you to restore it to me. Vanel bowed. "that I am waiting his pleasure. Monseigneur."I am come. to restore me my word which I pledged you." Vanel began to tremble. nothing. and you would be right in doing so. that you might not yet be in a position to purchase. and began to play with a small gold knife with a malachite handle." replied Aramis. Monsieur. my dear M. Monseigneur?" exclaimed Vanel. stood leaning his arm upon the marble top of a console table." interrupted Aramis. Monseigneur?" "I thought that perhaps you would have something to say. "I look upon exactitude as a virtue. very excusable." "Oh. "What for.absolutely nothing more than what I said to you yesterday. now. "Come. M. well." "I beg your pardon." Vanel felt a cold sweat trickle down his face. it is I who wait. "You would be wrong to emphasize such notions as those. Vanel. gentlemen." Fouquet colored. and that is the reason why I now entreat you." said Fouquet. "I will explain to you how I am situated. at least. anxiously. Monseigneur!" "Do not make yourself uneasy on that score. Fouquet did not hasten to reply. and to-day have changed his mind. dryly. have always regarded a thing agreed upon as a thing done. but after a moment's pause. who has come about the purchase of your appointment?" "Yes. Vanel. Monseigneur." "Oh. do you say." replied Vanel. a truce to these ceremonies! Let us proceed to business. which evidently will be due to inability on your part. Monsieur. "You are exact.do you understand me?. Aramis. "that I have reflected-" "You have been reflecting. but to-day I ask you.. "Come. and I am lost!" But resuming his courage he continued. and which I am ready to repeat now." "Well. and a man may have wished for something yesterday.

had understood him. do not say but." the force of which he did not immediately perceive. "Excuse me." said Fouquet. you see. A hundred thousand crowns at that period was the dowry of a king's daughter. Fouquet also paused to listen to the bishop. Monseigneur. Aramis's method was to oppose one passion by another." he said. as he has done. however. "you are waiting. He saw Fouquet defeated. still playing with his knife. The words "I entreat you." "My dear M." "Yes." pursued Aramis. Vanel. however important it may be. Monseigneur. expenses are to be considered. I see. the necessary signatures have been attached to it. since the value of the service he had received would have been so considerable. for one cannot displace fourteen or fifteen hundred thousand livres. Aramis. Monseigneur.the whole sum. has been obliged to sell a property which belongs to his wife? Well. "you forget to show M." "Perfectly true. The order is authentic in every way. his deeply sunk orbits. it is ready money.. he had hardly expected to find an auxiliary in him. "Such embarrassments. his arched eyebrows. Vanel a hundred thousand crowns at once." "We must offer M. Vanel. yes. did not move. "that M. In one word. that is no slight matter. fixed a look upon Vanel which seemed to search the inmost recess of his heart. too. in proportion to the importance of the service rendered. The sum was a good one. Monseigneur." he said to himself. demoralized. had revealed to the Bishop of Vannes the type of an avaricious and ambitious character. but-" "Nay. "I am overcome. Vanel." Vanel looked at the bishop with astonishment. Aramis observed his coldness of manner and his silence." continued Aramis. he threw himself into the contest with new weapons. carried away by his generosity. without considerable loss and very serious inconvenience. awkwardly." said Vanel. seemed almost to choke him as he uttered it. Vanel's narrow face. Vanel simply bowed as he said. whose secret Aramis had with his keen-sighted gaze wrung from the bottom of his heart." he said. and it is made payable at sight. dear M. but do not fear! I shall send you such a flight of crowns that you cannot but capitulate on the spot. "I have brought the money with me." "Certainly." said Fouquet. "He is a rascal!" thought the bishop." "Alas! Monseigneur. I mean. "Very good. he. even. which cannot be postponed in order to oblige-" "Certainly. Vanel. "we must offer the five . would have been satisfied with such a bonus." "And the more completely a friend. Vanel that his own interests are diametrically opposed to this renunciation of the sale. in order to purchase your appointment. until you know the amount. "resolve themselves into expenses. what do you decide?" Vanel preserved silence. as he opened a large pocket-book. In the mean time Aramis had continued his observations. Well. And here. A prince. the affair is complete. Vanel. Vanel remained silent.Fouquet suddenly paused. "To oblige a man who by that means might and would be made a devoted friend. M. at the honor you do me to consult me upon a matter of business which is already completed. there is not a matter of business in this world. "Do you not see. is the contract of sale which I have just effected of a property belonging to my wife. and when one has a large disbursement to make." said Vanel. who began to understand Aramis's meaning.

Monseigneur. nor the sale of your wife's property even. with a smile more cutting than a lash of a whip would have been. M. beginning to tremble. attempting to stand erect before the weakness of these two men of honor. while Vanel offered the other to Fouquet. with the tone of an emperor. a paper fell out of it. "A million!" repeated Vanel. "and what surprises . "I beg your pardon. as pale as death. one can now see clearly enough your object in coming here. and something like a white cloud passed over his face. it is neither the inconvenience. Aramis cast a look of despair at Fouquet. produce your deed of sale! You should have it there. who had now resumed his usual self-possession.. A million. we will give you these fifteen hundred thousand livres. "Come. as an assassin holds his pistol or his dagger concealed. under his cloak. and then." "Yes. by paying M. at the present rate of interest. as he shook him nervously." added the prelate. "The price of money is enormous. Well." said Fouquet." Vanel replied. he said: "M. You must have made a great sacrifice in selling your wife's property. in other words. I think? Well. "Enough!" cried Fouquet. who had grasped Vanel so tightly by the coat that when he let go his hold Vanel staggered back a few paces. That cloud indicated thunder. hoarsely. You get honor and profit at the same time." said Fouquet. in the superintendent's name." retorted Aramis.hundred thousand livres at once!" and he made a sign to Fouquet. in one of your pockets. not a muscle of it changed in the slightest degree. I meant to say. you will have become a gainer of a million and a half. "You seem to have spent more than that. therefore. Aramis pounced upon the paper which had fallen out. and as he drew out his pocketbook. He still kept his hold on Vanel. "Where is this deed?" Vanel tremblingly searched in his pockets. an income of seventy thousand livres!" "Come. what can I have been thinking of? It is an order for five hundred thousand livres that I am about to sign for you. which remained impassive. it is something still more important. "you can hardly refuse that. Fouquet a visit." said Vanel. already prepared. "The wretch. Vanel. I can well understand it." "I cannot do it. Aramis bit his lips." replied Aramis. going straight up to Vanel and taking hold of him by the coat with the gesture used by men of high rank. "You have purchased the appointment for fifteen hundred thousand livres." Vanel began to mutter something. "one can easily see that. The fire in the eyes of the prelate scorched him. and shaking hands with him. nor five hundred thousand. the handwriting of which he recognized. that you are thinking of at this moment. Monsieur." There was not a single gleam of delight or desire on Vanel's face." said Vanel. "I offer you. but a million." "Yes." "But-" said Vanel. "Very well. not three hundred thousand livres. dear M. "A million." "I see that very clearly. "Fellow?" repeated Vanel."very well. Answer! Do you accept?" "Impossible!" murmured Vanel. so pay particular attention to what I am going to say. "The fellow presumes to speak!" said Aramis.do you understand me?" he added." said the superintendent. nor the displacement of your money. Vanel. and even in that case I shall feel that I am greatly indebted to you. Monsieur. Vanel. "that is a rough draught of the deed.

Fouquet. 'The writing is approved. as one dismisses a beggar or discharges a menial. who. but by a gesture. and sends kisses to his adversary? Good faith.you shall see. I should say to you. to be used against yourself. and since you have given up. and said. mournfully. The other is too precious a document for you to part with.yes. and if your enemy's name were not Colbert. He was then dismissed.an open proof of Colbert's plot. "Here it is. and I write.. since you have deprived yourself of the happiness of confounding him by repudiating your word. therefore sign. Look. Ah. You would soon see how strong they would become without ceasing to be men of honor. but a child that can be saved. also. M. and the latter seized the paper. "to what can that man be compared." "No. Men of honor ought in their turn." said Aramis.. without prompting." replied Fouquet. but instead of the deed which Vanel handed to him. "Did you not some time ago speak to me about an idea you had of giving a fete at Vaux?" "Oh. 'Repudiate it!' Such a proof as this absolves you from your word. seemed as if he were looking for some deep hole where he could hide himself. "if your name were not Fouquet. this deed. Monseigneur. Fouquet!" and Aramis. Colbert's handwriting. and began to read him a lecture divided into three heads. first of all. entering into a conflict with an enemy armed from head to foot. with inserted words. the margins filled with additions. for. teacher. throws down his arms. "I will sign upon the paper of M. the minister and the prelate." said Aramis. But these fellows would think you were afraid." Aramis smiled as he said. thirsting for his life. M. upon the miserable wretch. "Well. not that paper. a drowning child. "One moment!" said Aramis. Fouquet pressed Aramis's hand. Vanel. "Well!" said Aramis. "that was when affairs were flourishing!" "A fete.had just revealed everything to its unhappy victim. laid down his money. to make use of bad faith against such scoundrels.if you had to deal only with this mean thief before you. "Philosophy.'" He then signed. And.. I believe. strips himself.me is that this draught is in M. and it answers their purpose. Vanel". and was about to retreat. invited himself?" . Colbert. the only weapon which can ruin us-" "My dear friend." "It would be rascally conduct. "you are like the teacher of philosophy whom La Fontaine was telling us about the other day: he saw a child drowning. no!" replied Fouquet. Vanel." said Fouquet. the first to break the silence. Colbert presents to the ladies. their eyes fixed on each other. particularly since it is money which M. hastily.yes. "Well!" murmured Fouquet. that worthy M. "Are you quite sure the exact amount is there? It ought to be counted over. they would fear you less than they do. "Not at all. to which the King.yes. who had to submit to this torture for a quarter of an hour. not in words. As soon as Vanel had gone.. Monseigneur!" and he held out a pen towards him. drop by drop. completely humiliated. "this is the one. it would be merely coquetting or playing with the truth. covered with erasures. M. he took the rough draught of it." said Fouquet. who recognized the truth of his remark. let us talk about business.. distilled his wrath and his contempt. spelling every word. look!" And he handed the paper to Fouquet. "No. since you have finished with this Vanel." Fouquet looked at him with an air of astonishment. every letter of the order to pay. Colbert is not so generous as M. is a weapon which scoundrels very frequently make use of against men of honor. remained silent for a few moments. And now.

I felt it a point of honor to strike them with amazement. "Heaven never fails to hear me. a fete to which M." replied the Bishop of Vannes.. and the most ingenious mind. without the slightest delay. sooner than you will have arranged the plans of your fete." "I? You do not think that. which must hereafter be spoken of with the most magnificent productions of your most prosperous days." Fouquet murmured. with the singular expression habitual with him. a majordomo. the most delicate." "May Heaven hear you. I shall be able to prove to the world that I can act or operate with my deniers as I used to do with my bags of pistoles. But at the present day I am arranging my accounts with the State." said Aramis. my dear prelate." "What do you mean. Only-" "Only?" said Fouquet. calmly. as it would be a fete of so costly a character that you would be ruined in giving it?" "Precisely so. who have the clearest. and save me!" Aramis smiled." "I abandon myself to you unreservedly." "In what way?" "I mean that you will make of me." "You are mad. "Well. my dear superintendent. as a man accustomed to appreciate the value of a parenthesis. On the day you speak of I had not at my disposal the million which you needed. my expenses contracted. even to the very smallest details. In other times. Therefore you. I shall reserve to myself a general superintendence over the execution. stingy man.. The money will be placed at once at your disposal. I had a kind of pride in showing my enemies the fruitfulness of my resources. a sort of inspector-general. however." he said." "While to-day I can give you twenty. It is I who am entirely at your service. in creating millions under circumstances where they had imagined nothing but bankruptcies possible. "perhaps because I pray with a loud voice. "That is my affair."No. The reason is very simple. "No. "whither are you hurrying me?" "Across the gulf into which you were about to fall. Monsieur the Superintendent. then. or factotum." "Chevalier! Chevalier!" said Fouquet. quietly. while now I can easily procure the twenty millions we require. no. "Such is the case. "Where shall I get them?" exclaimed Fouquet. and beginning to-morrow. as I said just now. with myself." "In that case I shall have to spend ten or twelve millions. Chevalier d'Herblay. no. "you will occupy yourself. with the King." interrupted Aramis. on that day." "Beginning with to-morrow. "Take hold of my cloak and throw fear aside!" "Why did you not tell me that sooner.something between a captain of the . leaving the entire invention of the details to you. it ought to be on a scale of the most unbounded magnificence. then? Do you not know that a fete at Vaux. I do not understand it in that manner." "You shall spend twenty if you require it. my houses mortgaged. my equipages shall be sold. would cost four or five millions?" "I do not speak of a fete of the very simplest possible character." "But since the fete is to be given to the King. Colbert advised the King to invite himself!" "Ah! exactly." said the prelate. and I must now become a mean. Aramis? There was a day when with one million you could have saved me. and do not be uneasy for a moment about it." "Just so." replied Fouquet. who misunderstood Aramis's idea. "it cannot be simple. with your fete at Vaux. of the very simplest possible character.you shall have entire control over the fete. giddy with amazement.

And yet Raoul did not seek for explanations in the quarter where all jealous or less timid lovers would have sought them.. where two pictures are seen side by side. A few words. To the latter." Chapter XI: In Which the Author Thinks It Is Now Time to Return to the Vicomte de Bragelonne OUR readers have observed in this history the adventures of the new and of the past generation unrolled. one likes to share in the wildness of young people. and will keep the keys of the doors. He did not go straightway to his mistress.life instead of memory. mingling and harmonizing their severe and pleasing tones. I will look after the people. is it true that you love me no longer? Is it true that you love another?" Full of courage.. side by side. and the healing of the scars which were formerly deep and painful wounds. that chamber. that strange exclusion. the King's wrath.you understand?" "No. of course. and at once this danger showed itself. bitter disappointments and ineffable delights. who had been brought from Fontainebleau to Paris within the last two days." "But you agree?" "Of course. the peace which takes possession of the heart. was beginning to recover from his wound. In a state of frenzy and dismay. Guiche knows something. He uttered a cry of joy as he saw Raoul enter his apartment with the eagerness of friendship. and tell him what I have seen. so thin.or rather without reason.. Montalais's terror. Was not that sufficient for a lover? Certainly it was. Thanks. Raoul uttered a cry of grief on seeing De Guiche so pale. so melancholy.guard and manager or steward." "Whom shall I invite?" "Every one. After having talked reason with older heads.." The journey was not a long one. without purpose. the experience of the bitter things of this world." "That is all I care about. to the former.all seemed to indicate some misfortune. They will pass through my lips. a religious observer of his word. of course. without will. Montalais. we do not intend to give ourselves any more thought or trouble about it than Ruysdael took in painting an autumn sky after having finished a spring-time scene. Therefore. To the former. and to resume Raoul de Bragelonne's story at the very place where our last sketch left him. were sufficient ... the reflection of the glory of earlier years. The repose of the emotions of the one is found in the midst of the emotions of the other. I do not understand. and say.Raoul fled heedlessly away after the scene in La Valliere's room. but it was insufficient for a pure and upright heart such as his. to reach those for whom they are intended. Guiche. it is to be attributed to the numerous shades of color which are presented on this double palette. "Guiche wrote to put me on my guard. You will give your orders. if the threads of this story do not seem very intimately to connect the chapter we are now writing with that we have just written. If any variety has been presented to the reader in the different episodes of this tale. The King. as it were. and to walk about a little in his room. as he was full of love. But what? He had arrived from London because he had been told of the existence of a danger. and a simple gesture which De Guiche made to put aside Raoul's arm. "Louise.Raoul said within himself. Louise. the conflicts of love and vanity. and prepare your list of invitations. I will go and ask Guiche what he knows. Louise's grief. but will give them to no one but to me. my friend. full of friendship. also. We wish our readers to do as much. and believing the words of others.

I think." "Oh." replied Raoul. 'Sleep quietly!' But pray understand me." "I beg your pardon. I am the happiest of men." "Certainly." exclaimed Raoul. I never will. "See how unjust you are." "All is quite right." "Ah! I understand." "Your mind is preoccupied. why conceal it from me? If you do not know anything. in the first place-" "It is not that. indeed. my dear friend. then. true! I was very wrong." "No. but to make you come. Raoul. Raoul! I said to you. for whom do you take me?" "What do you mean?" "If you know anything. and since. I am entirely at your service now. because." "And I understand you too. I am. but she-" "Listen! I love her. to ask me any questions. if you have not. tell you anything else.the half of your heart! Calm yourself. in despair. or have exposed me to being disgraced by the King for my return. what did you want?" "Nothing whatever.you cannot.you!" and he laid so much weight upon the "you" that he completely enlightened his friend upon the nature of the evil and the difficulty of remedying it.Oh." "My dear friend. and how soon you forget you have to do with a poor wounded fellow." "Thank you. "Ah! so it is. "since I am now recovering. nor can I indeed. yes. you are here. your health. Raoul?" "Alas!" "No. Now. tell me.But you are not listening to me. "one loves and dies. I imagine?" "No. Ask nothing further of the unhappy De Guiche." "There is still something else. You fancy I am unhappy." . I can press you in my arms. provided it lasts. and I regret having done so. which is in disobedience of his orders.." "I have no doubt you have had. in short. why did you warn me?" "True. "You say that. 'Come'. no. "so much the better. Raoul. It seems nothing to write to a friend and say. indeed. 'It is all right. merely to say to me. I have flown here. too. on account of what I wrote to you.. sleep quietly!'" "I do not say to you." "My dear friend. 'Come'. smiling. If you only knew. to feel him tremble and breathlessly wait to hear what one hardly dare tell him-" "Dare! I have courage enough. you would be wrong.to inform the latter of the truth. My body suffers.. I am here. my friend. but to have this friend face to face. Raoul. have planted jealousy in my heart." "Well. then. We will talk over that matter a little when you shall have finished telling me of all your own pleasures and pains. I have had enough happiness to last me to my dying day.I came here from London in half the time the government couriers usually take. but not my mind or my heart.." "Well." "It is over." "De Guiche!" "Upon my honor!" "You cannot possibly have crushed all my hopes so violently. Raoul. not dies. the very happiest of men!" "So much the better. I have hurried." replied Guiche." said Raoul. seating himself beside his friend.

I am dying from despair. speak! My heart is crushed. and shall have as many duels on my hands." "If that really be so. and I believe the King has very frequently before taken walks with ladies. I tell you. without on that account-" "You would not have written to me. wounded to death." "Go on. I have said either too much or not enough.. in utter distress. and I have only effaced impressions of it all. The danger is there. I suppose?" "No. shall I say again. if there had been nothing unusual in this promenade?" "I know that while the storm lasted. you are killing me!" "Do not let us talk any more. and that I have done. I shall have been told ten falsehoods. there was the adventure of the oak." "Oh!" exclaimed De Guiche. the only friend I have. solemnly. learn what it is that people can talk about.. But if you have any doubt. before two hours are over."You summoned me in the hope that I should see with my own eyes. "Well. let us continue. Ah! De Guiche. my duty was to warn you. my senses were gone. "you relieve me from my difficulty.it is the King?" "I say nothing. compared to the despair in which I now see you.if the former." "Well. Let others give you further information if they will. you see you are not sure. if the latter. I think. sure that I can tell you nothing but what is consoling. Save me. that people only talk about what may in truth be very innocent." "Nay. he will do still worse. I can only tell you what you can learn from the first-comer. the evil is there! tell me. go on! I am listening. yourself!" "Question others? Alas! you are no true friend to speak to me in that manner." "Oh. But there is no reason why we should search very far. You turn your head aside. "Or at least I thought-" "There now. "Before you say people talk about it. he will tell me a lie to torment me. and I will tell you all." "From the first-comer? It is talked about?" cried Raoul. This walk was followed by others. certainly. when the very man we want is close at hand. Watch over your own affairs now." said the young man. De Guiche. did you not? Nay. I assure you. give me proofs! My friend. De Guiche. I was wounded. I will not add another word. "The first man I shall question may be either evilly disposed or a fool. you say a thousand upon a thousand times more than nothing! Give me facts! for pity's sake. for I have seen all. my dear Raoul. a walk with the King.I mean yes. what remains for me to do?" "I have seen Louise agitated. perhaps a walk-" "Ah! a walk with the King?" "Yes." replied De Guiche. Is not d'Artagnan your friend?" . the King-" "The King?" "Yes. do not hesitate. notwithstanding his weakness. my poor friend." Raoul rose. De Guiche. in a fever. or if they can. is it not so. then. but-" "But?" "The King is so courteous!" "Oh. But I know nothing about the matter at all. then. then! Is it not best to know one's whole misfortune?" "But I know nothing. De Guiche endeavored to imitate him. Montalais in a state of bewilderment. it would have been far better if the King had taken shelter somewhere else than to have remained with his head uncovered before La Valliere.

my dear Raoul? I am so proud since I have been able to walk again. true." said De Guiche. He had already recovered the thread of his ideas. He will throw light on the subject and without seeking to injure your eyes. "Raoul. "by what lucky accident does it happen that the King has recalled you?" These words did not sound over-agreeably in the young man's ears. then. that you look as you do. and what makes you so dumb?" said the captain. "What is it?" said De Guiche. "Yes. who knows everything. I cannot tell you. Madame. Will you not say something?" "I have too much to say. the strange manner in which I was driven out.. and was occupied in reading a great number of letters. shall have given me fresh strength and courage. D'Artagnan uttered a welcome full of pleasure when he perceived his friend's son." he . his life-blood is welling fast.has her moments of kindness. no doubt. "Some one is waiting for Monseigneur in the Cabinet des Porcelaines. and reproaching himself as he went for having talked of nothing but his own affairs to De Guiche. She will explain her alarm.that the King has not recalled you. I will see her in her own apartment. smiling. folding up his letters and directing a look full of meaning at him. and that you have returned? I do not at all understand that. He at least is lying on roses. his spur fixed in the floor. it is indeed her voice! Oh! here is a woman who can tell me the truth. true!" "Go to him. my dear friend. but shall I question her here? She conceals herself even from me. "Do people catch that fashion in England? I have been in England. and came back again as lively as a chaffinch.after M. as he twisted his mustache. but who causes De Guiche to say that he is the happiest of men. and to save his life and his reason." "Ah! ah! how is your father?" "Forgive me. overwhelmed. "You are unhappy about something. which no secret was capable of resisting. she will tell me all that."Oh. absorbed." "Very well. "Upon my word. her flight." D'Artagnan increased the sharpness of his penetrating gaze. Will you excuse me. "She!" he cried.a coquette. De Guiche. he arrived at d'Artagnan's quarters." he said. "What do you say. like the miner upon whom a vault has just fallen in: he is wounded. I fear. a coquette who is as capricious and uncertain as life or death. if I did not guess that the person in question is a lady. Raoul remained motionless. my boy?. and he began to turn his hat round and round in his hand with an air of constraint. when suddenly through the door he fancied he recognized Montalais's voice in the Cabinet des Porcelaines. "What the deuce is the matter. she is coming." "I believe so. A few minutes were all Raoul needed to dissipate the bewildering sensations which had been occasioned by these two revelations. from Madame." And so he hastily quitted the count's apartments. all that I know is that I have come back." "I would offer you my arm. his thoughts are confused." At this moment a lackey entered the room. and yet a coquette who is herself in love. Chapter XII: Bragelonne Continues His Inquiries THE captain was sitting buried in his leathern arm-chair. my boy. d'Artagnan." "Hum!" said d'Artagnan." Raoul was already pale enough. I was going to ask you that. who as he seated himself replied. his sword between his legs. he endeavors to recover himself. as he quitted Raoul.

" "I tell you I love Louise to distraction. but you would not understand me. I should quarrel with you. I know very well that in all trials of finesse." "Ah! if every one says so. my dear Raoul. you are really ill. you are out of your senses. d'Artagnan. I tell you. unbuckling his belt and softening the ruggedness of his smile. and-" "And you will kill him? A fine affair that would be! So much the better. pressing d'Artagnan's hand." "What! not for a friend. a fool. Even if I were unfortunate enough to know something. there must be some truth in it. but help me. you would be very different. do not despise. "I never mix myself up in affairs of that kind. try!" "I say more. I shall be beaten by you. If you were a stranger. "Because Mademoiselle de la Valliere is deceiving me. "I entreat you. do not pretend to be astonished. quickly. d'Artagnan.." "Dear captain. I will tell him he lies. there!" "I never complain. as people say of love-affairs. I should tell you." "M. you know that very well." "Very good. but as Heaven and my father would never forgive me for blowing out my brains. in death. as well as in all trials of strength. I begin to believe there is fire when I see the smoke. "You are like all young men. What should I care for it? Kill my boy. but you would not hear me. You can see that at the present moment I am an idiot." "What do you mean?" "I mean that if you were so deeply in love that I could believe I was addressing myself to your heart. and foolish enough to communicate it to you. Nay." "There. if it can give . as you know." D'Artagnan could read to the very bottom of the young man's heart." "Well. you would understand. M. in the name of the friendship you have vowed to my father!" "The deuce take it.you are not in love." "Good! Another grand word! If you were really in love. in despair." cried Raoul. I will go and get the first person I meet to give me the information which you withhold. not a muscle of whose face had moved. "I am. and yet you plunge me in perplexity." "Therefore you do believe?" exclaimed Bragelonne. and you know very well what.But it is impossible. indeed.from curiosity. you know all." "She is deceiving you?" said d'Artagnan. I have lost my bearings in the same way a hundred times in my life. do you know?" "Monsieur. I have neither head nor arm. Who makes use of them?" "Every one. you would hear. I am the most wretched of living beings.You are my friend. it is from love. you say?" "Indeed. yes. but so it is." "I?" "Of course. it is not from curiosity.I should tell you nothing at all. for a son?" "Exactly. "Impossible. You would never forgive me for having destroyed your illusion." he said. try.said. but you would not obey me. You would listen to me." "No. How is Porthos. It is ridiculous." "I am not pretending to be astonished. kill." "Oh! oh! why that?" inquired d'Artagnan. my friend." "Oh. suppose it were only that?" "No sensible man ever succeeded in making much of a brain when the head was turned. "Those are big words. perhaps. In a few words.

" Raoul buried his face in his hands. God damn me. but. then. Monsieur. my friend. if I were so I should have sent you to all the devils a quarter of an hour ago. tell me.' Go. I don't know where!" "In the King's apartment. But you ask me all sorts of questions. for you would sadden a man who was wild with joy. you will get killed yourself. Make the best you can of it!" Raoul struck his forehead with his hand. murmuring. that I can have crammed into my brain all that business about the carpenter and the painter and the staircase and the portrait." "Yes. the tooth will remain all the same. 'Oh. Some one told me there was a carpenter who made an opening through a floor. and I will bless you!" "Do you think. then?" "I have told you for the last hour that I know nothing of the whole affair. How now. Monsieur. who keeps on saying. and he made a step or two as if he were going to leave. And as for being indifferent. you fellows of to-day put on those airs. go and get yourself disposed of." "La Valliere's?" "Why." "But the painter." "In whose room. I suppose. I don't know who taught you logic. bah!" said d'Artagnan. It is exactly like a man with the toothache.doubly an ingrate! I have passed my whole life almost in teaching him how to hold his sword properly." "Idle fancies. and I answer you. bite. gloomily. and the silly fellow has got himself spitted like a lark.. Raoul.whoever it was.'" "I shall not kill any one. yes. I don't know. you seem to have only that name in your mouth! Who spoke to you of La Valliere?" "If it be not her portrait. then.. my dear fellow.as the English say. Monsieur. what torture I am suffering! I could bite iron. Instead of killing.' My answer always is. I suppose you mean? Very fine indeed! How much I should regret you! I should say all day long: 'Ah! what a high-flown simpleton that Bragelonne was. young man! Do you wish me to disgust you with the girl to whom you are attached. although I am a Gascon. and I tell you. "I meet with nothing but raillery or indifference. no. I have not a single friend in the world!" "Oh. and to teach you to execrate women. you're right". Monsieur! I do not laugh at you. if you like. "No. and would kill one who was sad." said Raoul.. perhaps?" "Of course! If it were in the King's apartment.the portrait?" "It seems that the King wished to have the portrait of one of the ladies belonging to the court. who are the honor and happiness of human life?" "Oh. in utter despair. "Where are you going?" "To find some one who will tell me the truth. you wish to know the current scandal." "In La Valliere's room?" "Oh. why do you suppose it would concern me?" "I do not suppose it will concern you. 'Bite. "So you have said already. "It will kill me! he said.you any pleasure. and a hundred other tales to sleep over?" "A carpenter! what do you mean?" "Upon my word. I should tell you. has stolen your father's money. then." "Who is that?" . "Yes.

it is because you will be betraying your secret. then?" "It is Madame who has sent for him. and one of the musketeers." said d'Artagnan." "Ah! her friend. and you will be so at once. And. "it is Madame." "To me?" murmured d'Artagnan. approaching d'Artagnan. "I know that at my age those who look for me have great need of me. She will tell you nothing ill of herself. in order that you may get deeper into the mire! A capital idea. Raoul." "Very good." The cunning captain was quite right in his suspicions. "Monsieur! Monsieur!." "Promise that you will pity me. if you can!" "I cannot. and people will take advantage of it. and then taking hold of Montalais's hand.but I have not got one. indeed.and leave me to get out of the affair by myself." "Ah!" she said in the same tone of voice. my friend." "Oh." "I was looking for M. in point of fact. I'll wager. and wishes to speak to you. Do not talk to Montalais. won't you accompany Mademoiselle Montalais?" "Oh." "So much the worse. yes.I beg your pardon. and she ran to join Raoul. "Adieu.. is it? In an hour's time.that is all I need. I forgive you. snatching eagerly at the pen which the captain held out to him." cried d'Artagnan. Why. a woman who in that capacity will exaggerate all that is either bad or good in the matter. M. "Captain." replied Raoul. Montalais." "Or else dead. a famous idea that! You wish to be consoled by some one. "the woman I mean will tell me all the evil she possibly can. I admit it. the poor fellow will be cured. I shall soon see. I suppose you mean?" said d'Artagnan. if I had an idea. "whether she wishes to speak to me or not. "How fortunate! and I was looking for you!" "Raoul. then." said Montalais. "it is not I who will speak to him. Mademoiselle. truly! Go and sit down at that table and take a pen in your hand. with a smile. d'Artagnan!" she said. M. "Ask her to come in." "Mademoiselle de la Valliere herself. So be off!" "You are mistaken. in a voice full of compassion.. of course. she saw Raoul and exclaimed. Mademoiselle de Montalais is here.." "Ah!" said Raoul. Chapter XIII: Two Jealousies LOVERS are very tender towards everything which concerns the . certainly!" "Go along." "Yes. why should I play with you as a cat does with a poor mouse? You distress me." "Montalais. And if I wish you not to speak to Montalais just now." he said."A woman." "Oh. de Bragelonne. which promised no good to him." he said to himself. and spare her too." "You have some reason for wishing me not to talk with Montalais?" "Well. "Ah." replied Montalais. Wait. for as soon as Montalais entered. you see. Monsieur. my good Raoul. spare him. as he gently pushed Raoul out of the cabinet. d'Artagnan. then. he said in a low voice. said." "What for?" "To write to ask Montalais to give you an interview. who was waiting for her at a little distance from the door.you do indeed. "Be kind towards him. Suddenly the door opened." "Who. very much puzzled and uneasy at the dialogue.

Madame shook her head. she was thinking profoundly. I will guarantee that they will not bring you back any interest. that somewhere. Madame had been flattered beyond all bounds by the King's attentions. We know what Madame had done to recall Raoul. "Well. I am not very desirous. Who will undertake to account for that seemingly inexplicable mixture of love . Why have I not here a good enemy. feeling persuaded that there was some sort of affinity between Madame's sentiments and his own. The windows here have eyes. indeed. Henrietta. I tell you. half reclining in her arm-chair. Madame is sure to have eyes and ears open. walking along with an easy swinging gait. Have the kindness not to look at me any longer. where he was at once introduced. of the fine weather. sadly. she was playing with a little kitten with long silky fur. nor was he displeased. I warn you. and I am at your royal Highness's commands." "How so? Why? Will you explain to me. de Bragelonne. have you not?" "All my life is at your royal Highness's disposal. the walls have ears. I know not where. or rather. Montalais!" and the latter left the room. for instance? That he would bite is very likely. "you are throwing your kisses away.. glancing in every direction. every one at court of any perception at all well knew the capricious fancy and absurd despotism of the princess's singular character. although d'Artagnan had guessed its contents.that serpent De Wardes. have agreed to postpone the solution of the problem. preceded him to Madame's apartments. and of the charms of England. and assumed the look and gait of a man of courage." "Thank you. as if she were just awakening. there. M. be good enough to speak to me aloud of the rain. in her attempts to cure a wounded pride. my dear Aure?" "Madame will explain everything to you. Let us talk. guessing that there was something serious under all these outward courtesies of Madame. Madame was thinking. she had made herself talked about. "Your Highness sent for me?" repeated Raoul. In fact. Madame. I am going to take you to her apartments. So you have returned from England?" "Yes. "You have a few minutes to give me. Leave us. "There. It required both Montalais's and Raoul's voice to disturb her from her reverie. was half lying.. Yes. you can easily believe. "this day will pass away without my learning anything. Raoul did not know of her letter to Charles II." Raoul clinched his hands. had found that her heart had become deeply and passionately attached. "I tell you. but of a man of courage on his way to the torture. He has no doubt an understanding with Madame. De Guiche had too much consideration for my feelings.person with whom they are in love. but I should not hesitate any more. do not let us talk at all." "What!" "Silence! and throw aside your wild and savage looks.better by far to die!" Raoul was in Madame's presence. to be dismissed or thrown into the Bastille. more charming than ever. who had been sent out of the way by Louis XIV. Raoul no sooner found himself alone with Montalais than he kissed her hand with rapture. her little feet upon an embroidered velvet cushion. I sent for you. in a word." Raoul returned." said the young girl. to doubt. she had inspired the Queen with that mortal jealousy which is the gnawing worm at the root of every woman's happiness. M. Montalais. and both of them. which was biting her fingers and hanging by the lace of her collar. To hesitate. Madame." he thought. and holding up her head pertly in the air. and then said: "Good-morning. to observe the seriousness of her manner. by a friendly plot. de Bragelonne. with respect." "At all events-" interrupted Raoul.

" "Nothing! Did he say nothing? Ah. "What did M. after a moment's pause. that passionate tenderness of feeling. for in other respects M." he said. since your Highness has deigned to begin. You are perfectly satisfied. "Nothing. and then. indeed. how well I recognize him in that!" "No doubt he wished to spare me. and I am listening. then. indeed. and on my return I find him very ill.for what indeed. added. "Madame." . is such a wound." said the princess. de Bragelonne. Madame. Will your royal Highness throw this kind forbearance aside? I am strong." He made no reply. like him. after all?" Raoul started. whom you have just left. terrified." "No more than De Guiche. recovering herself. then. from what she was keeping back. but since I have begun-" "Yes." said Raoul. "it seems cruel. de Guiche." replied Madame Henrietta. de Guiche tell you?" she said suddenly. and walked a few paces up and down her room. I suppose?" Raoul approached closer to her." "Well. de Bragelonne. "I did not say anything. notwithstanding his command over himself. I am sure that you. from what she was burning to disclose.and vanity." "He is. Madame. de Guiche seems to be very happy. but he is better now. and your instinctive kindness and generosity of disposition induce you to be careful and considerate as to your manner of conveying it. "What did you say?" she inquired. "what do you understand. Madame. "she is returning to it.. with the most imperturbable self-possession. "But has he anything to complain of? Has he complained of anything? Is there any cause of grief or sorrow with which we are not acquainted?" "I allude only to his wound. frightened at what she might possibly be going to tell him. as he pronounced these words. trembling." "And that is what friends call friendship." murmured the princess. and wishing to put off the moment so wished for but so dreadful. he replied. replied: "Satisfied? What is there for me to be satisfied or dissatisfied about. would far prefer to be. Madame. "your royal Highness wishes to say something to me. "have you returned satisfied?" Bragelonne looked at Madame Henrietta. "I have heard he is a very dear friend of yours..he is always in very high spirits." "So much the better. "Alas!" he said to himself. Madame. it is quite true he has been wounded. M. not even the bad angel who kindles the love of coquetry in the heart of woman." "You did not say anything. "In point of fact. and seeing how pale she was. a dear friend in good health. Madame." "You refer to M. "What is it that she is going to breathe into my heart?" and then. Oh. "M. Madame?" "But what are those things with which a man of your age and of your appearance is usually either satisfied or dissatisfied?" "How eager she is?" thought Raoul. "I left behind me. But surely M." "Ah!" replied Henrietta. will you deign to finish-" Henrietta rose hurriedly. must have told you. Madame. M. then?" "That which your royal Highness wishes me to understand. that prodigious duplicity of conduct? No one can. when he should learn all. wounded only in the body. d'Artagnan. de Guiche is not to be pitied!" she said hurriedly. You disapprove of my observation.

you were affianced. as some day or other I shall be obliged to dismiss her from my service-" "Dismiss La Valliere!" cried Bragelonne." "Nor the flight to Chaillot?" Raoul. Madame. Madame. no. then. Oh. and she is a noble child. I will do for you." Henrietta was for a moment struck with admiration at this sublime disbelief. my house shall no longer be made a convenience for such practices. made an almost superhuman effort to smile as he replied with the greatest gentleness: "I have had the honor to tell your royal Highness that I am absolutely ignorant of everything." said Bragelonne. Madame. Madame. I still think of the time when she loved me. and then. to Mademoiselle de la Valliere?" "Yes. But you tremble!" "No. and his great courage. under contempt.." "Not the scene in the storm?" "Not the scene in the storm. whom I like and esteem. his gentleness. you know all that the court has known?" "I know nothing at all. it may be. and in a few days. "M. but in vain. she said: "You do not believe me. She told him of his indulgence to herself. perfectly livid." returned the princess. I will be your friend. Your royal Highness did me the honor to say that the King wept and implored you-" "Yes. no." said the princess. how deeply you love her! And you doubt if she loves the King?" "Until I have proof. and ascending ." Chapter XIV: A Domiciliary Visit THE princess. I see. making an effort over himself. "At least. the humiliated coquette. as she said. "But you seem to think she does not love him!" "Alas. you deserve to be warned about her. and I should regret that you should have to bow it down under ridicule. "The King loves her." "By that right." "Not the tete-a-tete in the forest?" "Not the tete-a-tete in the forest." "You require a proof? Be it so! Come with me." he replied. Raoul bowed his head. "that which your friends have refused to do. "I thought I should have died just now. who then related to Raoul the scene that took place at Chaillot. preceding Raoul. you see.Henrietta made a gesture full of impatience." "Ah!" exclaimed Raoul. "Has it already gone so far?" "If you do not know.that I am a poor unremembered outcast. that was all." Henrietta was affected by his extreme pallor. de Bragelonne. shrugging her shoulders. that the rumor of none of the circumstances your Highness refers to has been able to reach me. The principal feeling in her heart at that moment was an eager desire to hear the nature of the remembrance which the poor lover retained of her who had made him suffer so much. "I see that you guess. had dashed aside the royal anger. You hold your head high. "Of course! Do you suppose that I shall always be accessible to the tears and protestations of the King? No. who has this moment arrived from England. I believe. "What do you think of it all?" she said. and the King's despair on his return." said she. as a man of honor should do. whose head drooped like the flower which has been cut down by the sickle. led him through the courtyard towards that part of the building which La Valliere inhabited. Pardon! I have her word. There have been so many stormy waves between myself and those whom I left behind me here. and the terrible word with which the outraged princess.

and the trap rose of its own accord. "and shut the door behind you. and the ladies of the court had set off for St. Those are the instructions. Come. and I will risk myself on it accordingly. You know. then.." said Bragelonne. aware of Bragelonne's return. I forgot to tell you. the staircase has a balustrade. for d'Artagnan's words recurred to his mind. astonished. "stoop down. Germain. the courtiers. whom he interrogated by a look. The opportunity had been well chosen to carry out the project which Madame Henrietta had conceived." said the princess. The King. "You asked me for proofs. But if you do not think you have courage enough to confront them. and the impression which the sight of it produced upon him was one of the first tortures that had awaited him. certainly." "I thank you." "You are. "do not be astonished. You promised to convince me. "Look here. as she walked to the foot of the bed. pressed his finger on the spot which had been indicated to him. there is still time to withdraw. smiling. follow me!" "But before following you." she said. He looked in vain for some cleft or crevice which might indicate an opening. "You know where you are." "Enter." "But I would observe to your Highness that this room is a room. at the same moment the spring began to work. The princess looked at him. Viscount." she continued. that formerly M. Press. and a very pretty one too." "A trap-door!" said Raoul. Press on the spot where you will observe a knot in the wood." Bragelonne obeyed." said the princess.the same staircase which Raoul had himself ascended that very morning. which he recognized at once." said Madame Henrietta. "It is very ingenious. and is not a proof. "Everything leads me to believe that I am in Mademoiselle de la Valliere's room." said Madame. Viscount. and stooped down towards the floor." "Wait. may I ask whither this staircase leads?" "Ah! true. if I give you them. perhaps. Viscount! press. and thinking over the advantages which might be drawn from this return. then. for the chateau was empty. Bragelonne's gaze was immediately fixed upon the interior of the room. and opened the door of her maid-of-honor's room.the fourth plank of the flooring. pale as death. Madame. and he remembered that d'Artagnan had made vague use of that word. and then turned towards the princess. and lift up this trap-door. had feigned indisposition in order to remain behind. Madame was therefore confident of finding La Valliere's room and Saint-Aignan's apartment unoccupied. "and one can see that the architect foresaw that it would be a small hand which would have to employ that device. "Yes. She took a pass-key from her pocket. "but I came here to be convinced. she paused at the door of the room in which the young man had been so strangely received by Montalais. folded up the screen into its several compartments. Madame Henrietta alone. or a ring to assist in lifting up some portion of the planking. yourself!" Raoul. and her practised eye could at once detect what was passing in the young man's heart. See how easily the trap-door opens without assistance!" "A staircase!" cried Raoul. I say. "I forgot the secret spring. "See. de Saint-Aignan lived in the very next apartment to the King's?" . who might be tempted to descend." said Madame Henrietta. intended to prevent the falling of timid persons. "Ah! that is true. Madame. do so. I suppose?" inquired Madame Henrietta.

it accidentally happened. a torture without name in language. He divined the kiss unseen behind the heavy curtains falling free of their bands.that was the arrangement. when that happiness is derived from a rival. and particularly underneath the room of La Valliere. Madame. together with youth." returned Raoul. and still retained the sweetest perfume of her presence. by the gentlemen belonging to the court.. the flowers she preferred to all others. I am aware of that. if there be anything which can assuage the tortures of jealousy. Louise's happiness was in reality an ignominious death. and he followed his pitiless conductress as blindly as the culprit follows the executioner." "Well. did not spare him the slightest detail. even had he been left alone. the books of her own selection. and completely overwhelmed there was nothing further for him to learn. who. The happiness of the woman who loves. that studied elegance. was present there in every article of furniture. as cruel as all women of delicate and nervous temperaments are. and which together form a lodging for him twice as small and at ten times greater distance from the King.so sweet an occupation for lovers. and Raoul. as they thus see themselves twice over."Yes. full of intoxication.. is a torture for a jealous man.struck Raoul a mortal blow. sighing deeply. it would have vanished at the secret harmony of tastes and disposition of the mind shown in the things of common use. impress the picture more enduringly in their memories. none of these details. At every step Bragelonne took. in everything that surrounded him. O. in general. it is the inferiority of the man who is preferred to yourself." continued the princess." Madame set the example by going down herself." "But what was the motive of this trap-door and this staircase?" "That I cannot tell you. for I do not yet understand. at least. would have escaped him. side by side. Madame. as he inhaled his every breath. Had Raoul preserved a single doubt on the subject. that strength and power of love multiplied by the strength and power of royalty itself. and more than once I have had the honor of visiting him in his old rooms. But it must be admitted that notwithstanding the kind of apathy into which he had fallen. Then succeeded to these emanations of herself. if there be a hell within hell.. I beg. Would you like to go down to M. Madame. followed her. "that M. in Bragelonne's eyes. he advanced farther into that mysterious apartment which had been witness to La Valliere's sighs. that extreme care to spare the loved object every annoyance or to occasion her a delightful surprise. Dumb. "but go on.. as they gazed upon the mirrors around them. while.. for that heart which for the first time was steeped in gall and bitterness. their faces drawn close together. de Saint-Aignan's rooms? Perhaps we shall there find the solution of the enigma. In . a death of body and soul. beauty. he obtained the King's leave to change that convenient and beautiful apartment for the two rooms to which this staircase will conduct us. but for a jealous man such as Raoul was. He divined all. on the very contrary. before I left. then. that the young girl must have passed through there.their hands clasped in each other's." "Well. which he regarded as invisible though certain proofs. That luxury. and reflected. in loving proximity. and grace. La Valliere. de Saint-Aignan's apartment is situated underneath the apartments of my maids of honor.a close proximity to whom is by no means disdained. He translated into feverish pains the eloquence of the couches hid in their shadow. it is the almightiness of a god placed at the disposal of a rival." "Very good. Bragelonne fancied that he perceived. in the color of the hangings.

To act such a part as that would be . who laughs. Madame Henrietta lifted a silk curtain. nothing is more simple! For the purpose of exercising a surveillance over the young girls who are attached to my service.. of the elect-" "M. but of La Valliere eloquent of youth. who sings.moments such as these. and do not serve the King less faithfully than you have done." Raoul smiled bitterly. inhaling life and enjoyment at every pore. "Take care. de Saint-Aignan every day.that the very habits and customs of the court seemed to be changed." "Your liberty. Not only the portrait of La Valliere. and behind the curtain he perceived La Valliere's portrait. Madame Henrietta looked at him. God himself seems to have taken part against the rejected lover. although she well knew there was nothing to envy in it. who with more courage than any of your pretended friends. of the all-powerful. de Bragelonne. and I will endeavor to follow it." "Name it. for you are but a woman. Madame! In your presence I know I ought to have greater mastery over myself. I would not allow your whole life to be poisoned by perfidy and covered with ridicule. Monsieur. if you are a lover with courage in his heart. But may the Lord God of Heaven and of earth grant that you may never be struck the blow which crushes me at this moment.I except M. you must submit. I am your friend.. it seemed very strange that so many things should be done during your absence. it seemed very strange that the King should come to see M. and that she herself was as passionately loved by De Guiche as Louise by Bragelonne. for never have you looked at me in that manner!" and he felt as if his heart were crushed within his bosom. because at eighteen years of age love itself is life. I have duplicate keys of their doors. You must bend. nay. indeed. forgive me. Raoul interpreted Madame Henrietta's look. forgive me. and that her last argument was not likely to affect the young man. "Ah! true.a secret which you have discovered?" "Oh. true.necessary however for your cure. and then to Tonnay-Charente. nor to serve as a cloak for his love-affairs. is at stake. who have given you these melancholy proofs. "for if you do not weigh well all your actions." A steady.. you might throw into an extravagance of wrath a prince whose passions." "I thank you. then? Oh. Do not thank me. de Saint-Aignan should change his apartments. penetrating look informed Madame Henrietta that she was mistaken. It seemed very strange to me that M. indeed. while you belong to the race of the happy. and finally. "Oh. once aroused. and not a weeping Amadis. I do not wish to be trifled with by the King." she said. "Louise!" murmured Bragelonne. It was I. I was forgetting that! The King is my master. "Louise! is it true. One final pang was reserved for poor Raoul. and would not be able to endure so terrible an affliction. but one final word. beauty. pity me even. I appreciate the advice your royal Highness is good enough to give me. your very life. and happiness.was the cause of your return from London. Forgive me! I am but a poor gentleman. who weeps. M. and you would thereby involve your friends and family in distress. also. almost envious of his extreme grief. de Guiche. it is I." replied Henrietta. Madame.. de Bragelonne. he will take a fancy to Montalais. of this trapdoor. "a heart such as yours merits all the consideration and respect which a queen's heart even can bestow." "Should I be indiscreet in asking you the secret of this staircase. and as such. and must cure yourself. for after La Valliere. exceed the limits of reason. you have never loved me.. I beg.

Your royal Highness. You are now forewarned. M. Henrietta pitying. but I had a duty to fulfill. I have discovered the secret. That is all I have to ask. affectionate character of that worthy man." replied Bragelonne. "I bribed the locksmith in whom the lovers had confided." Rolling up the paper. I should have concealed the truth from that poor young man!" Chapter XV: Porthos's Plan of Action THE multiplicity of the personages we have introduced into this long history compels that each shall appear only in his own turn and according to the exigencies of the recital. The honors which he had received from the King had not changed the tranquil. or seeming to pity. no. "if I had known this. Raoul. for what I have to do can be done in your presence. his eye injected with blood." "Fear nothing. The result is that our readers have had no opportunity of again meeting our friend Porthos since his return from Fontainebleau. I have wounded your feelings.. They then separated. Madame. Take care!" "No one can possibly know that your royal Highness has done me the honor to conduct me here. pale as death. that is the only price I require for the service I have rendered you. The friend whom I shall very shortly send to call on you will have the honor to explain the object of my visit to you.unworthy of me. however. Madame! It matters very little. and a majesty of demeanor as it were betrayed itself. do not betray the source whence you derived the truth. I only ask one moment to write a line to some one. I shall sign the letter I am going to write." "Do as you please. since the honor of dining at the King's table had been . M. therefore. with all her heart the unhappy man she had just condemned to so fearful torture. he held up his head a little higher than usual. and slipping it into the lock of the door which communicated with the room set apart for the two lovers. Madame!" said Bragelonne. protect yourself. with a bitter smile. however. "Oh. The tempest will soon burst." Raoul drew out his tablet. or the treachery which has been practised against me?" "You will take whatever steps in the matter you please. and wrote rapidly on one of the leaves the following words:"MONSIEUR THE COUNT: Do not be surprised to find here this paper signed by me." "I am." "It is dangerous.Raoul pretending to thank her Highness. with firmness. I know. except that of not betraying you?" "None other. You can just as well do so as myself. about to beg your royal Highness to allow me to remain here for one moment. only. I have discharged it. then he rejoined the princess. then. and I again entreat you to excuse me. has no other advice or caution to give me. I have thrust aside the scruples which my friendship for you suggested. can you not?" "Yes. only. Raoul satisfied himself that the paper was so apparent that De Saint-Aignan could not but see it as he entered." "You naturally expect. "for you do not suppose I shall silently accept the shame which is thrust upon me." she said as she saw him disappear. who had already reached the top of the staircase. "VICOMTE RAOUL DE BRAGELONNE. that a result of some kind must follow. de Bragelonne. Besides." "Without me?" "Oh.

. but the easiest to render. who we know was greatly occupied with M. it would hardly be endurable. by d'Artagnan. Porthos proposed to confer upon Mouston a position of some kind or other.. "Do you want anything. he filled his own. "Yes. "I have a service to ask of you. Porthos passed into an adjoining room." "You are too kind.Porthos was surprised to find himself dreaming. One gets thirsty in Paris". the friend of the King and of M. I am now quite at your service." said Raoul. de Schomberg. without precisely knowing why. when his servant entered to announce that M. Le Seigneur de Bracieux et de Pierrefonds delighted to remember that during that memorable dinner the numerous array of servants and the large number of officials who were in attendance upon the guests gave a certain tone and effect to the repast. in order to establish a sort of hierarchy among his domestics. thanks to the excellence of the wines. but if any one had said to him.Porthos was gradually falling off into a gentle doze. but-" "Well. du Vallon. The remark struck me. it is not money.accorded him. offered him a seat. "Dear M. and to create a military household." "Nothing could happen more fortunately. dear Raoul? What do you want?" "Give me your opinion upon quarrels in general." "My opinion? Well." "Yes. I am not hungry. during which Porthos attempted to recall to his mind all the details of the royal banquet. and de Bouillon-Turenne. tired of Truchen and Planchet. And. Only allow me to take something to drink. my young friend. I thank you. de la Vieuville." replied Porthos. took a large draught. and Porthos ordered a bottle of champagne to be brought.. I like to cite remarks that strike me. an engineer. then. rubbing his forehead. half melancholy." . Then. neglected also. therefore. "I mean.Porthos. and shook him by the hand. in order to listen to you with proper attention. since in the preceding century this luxury had been greatly encouraged by Messieurs de Treville. de Conde. I'm sure. where he found his young friend in the disposition of mind of which we are already aware. de Bragelonne wished to speak to him. Raoul advanced towards Porthos.. Porthos.." "Eh! What a dreadful country England is!" "Not too much so.. Fouquet." "Your heart is as good as your mind is sound and true.why should not he indeed enjoy all the delightful privileges attached to large possessions and great merit? Somewhat neglected by Aramis. etc. What have you to ask me. without alluding to Messieurs de Richelieu. and resumed: "I needed that. having first filled Raoul's glass." replied Porthos.. if such excellent fish and meat were not to be procured there. on account of his being on duty." "So much the worse. surprised at his seriousness of aspect. my dear friend. His Majesty's banqueting-room had produced a certain effect upon Porthos. "I have had eight thousand livres sent me this morning from Pierrefonds. Porthos?" he would most certainly have replied.. and if you want any money-" "No. why should not he. as always.but.half joyful.Explain your idea a little. thanks to his ambitious ideas. I have come-" "I am listening. and seemed to furnish the room. I have always heard it said that that is the rarest service.which was not unusual among the great captains of the age. Will you have your dinner immediately?" "No. Fouquet. a baron." After one of those dinners. my dear friend.are you generally of accommodating disposition whenever any misunderstanding arises between your friends and strangers?" "Oh! of excellent disposition.

but I am so gentle. D'Artagnan reckons his duels by hundreds. You can imagine. rely upon that! And at this stage I will explain my other principle to you. "that you arrange the affairs so safely?" "I believe so." "I should have thought. as soon as a quarrel takes place. that you are ignorant of the extent to which you have insulted my friend." "Ah! indeed.'" Raoul puckered his brows. 'It is impossible. Ah. so. without reckoning hasty encounters or chance meetings. he has even been the first to give offence. I leave my adversary without an excuse. an affair would. between my friend and yourself the future can offer only an exchange of gracious ceremonies." "You understand that by this means it is impossible for an affair not to be arranged. Monsieur. in order to attain the happy issue of my project."Very good. . I bring the two parties together." "There is not a single instance in which I have not finished by arranging every one of them." "It is a very handsome number. unable to resist a smile. "Decidedly. I advance." resumed Raoul. It is very true he is a little too hard and sharp. with an air of great politeness. but what do you do in such a case?" "Whenever any friend of mine has a quarrel. not the least in the world! Just fancy now! I have had in my life something like a hundred and eighty to a hundred and ninety regular duels." "That is as it may happen. therefore. "that. it is quite certain."that my friend has not been insulted at all. and Porthos burst into a peal of laughter." said Raoul.. this is what I do: I go to his adversary at once. As soon as my friend has confided his quarrel to me. armed with a politeness and self-possession which are absolutely requisite under such circumstances. continued: "By a simple expression. no one is ready to 'arrange' this affair in my way. "A mere nothing. I go to the adversary. then.. impatiently. Porthos is too tame. "'Monsieur." pursued Porthos." said Raoul. d'Artagnan with ridicule." "Exactly. treated in this manner. and say to him. while the formidable thunder of Porthos's laughter was ringing in his ears' "I am very unfortunate. "you generally arrange the affairs of honor your friends confide to you." said Porthos. bitterly." said Raoul.very often indeed. who had recovered himself. and then it is that I display all my courtesy. "But the way in which you settle them is at least honorable. therefore." said Raoul. "It sometimes happens." "And so. De Guiche treats me with coldness. 'now that you are convinced of having given the offence. indifferently.I have often told him so. "Not at all. then." "That is the way. I always act upon one principle. what wretched luck!" Porthos. on the contrary-" "Oh. I have not left him an excuse. and that one never arranges an affair so well as when the dispute is still warm. that is your principle?" "Thoroughly. I suppose?" "Oh. and taking my adversary by the hand-" "Oh!" said Raoul." said Raoul to himself. with a gentleness and confidence which surprised Raoul. And I came to Porthos because I wished to find a sword instead of cold reasoning. whether my language is not well chosen". we are sure of reparation. with astonishment." "What is that?" "That all lost time is irreparable.' I say to him.

. what then? If he is waiting-" "Well. the affair will be more difficult to manage. Aramis. at the head of the list stand your father. "Reconcile? What for?" "You said that the affair was arranged. may I not?" said Raoul. it is merely to stretch his legs a little.all of whom are living and well. "It is likely I should ever have as a friend a man who allows himself to get killed? I have a hundred and one friends. in fact. if you like. my friend is in such and such a spot." "I may look upon it as all arranged. that was something like!" "My dear friend. "Wait a minute!. and is impatiently awaiting your agreeable society. and-'" "Yes. Where will you be waiting for him?" "Ah! I forgot. to be carried off like that?" . I will take you with me. no. without a moment's delay. you must take every precaution to do so! But there is no difficulty in these matters now. you have injured my friend. You know my method: 'Monsieur. The affair is arranged." "The devil! I can say 'mortal offence'?" "More than that. My horse is waiting below. pale with vexation. "You approve of my method.a most agreeable man. smiling. de Saint-Aignan being a friend of the King." "Good! Here I am. the adversary. we can call upon your second as we go along." "Well. I know it." "Oh. and my friend kills his opponent. then. de Saint-Aignan is a great friend of the King. de Saint-Aignan. You are the very man I have been looking for." "I know him. the affair is ended. he has given you offence?" "A mortal offence." "It is very natural. "I should think so. delightedly. It is a very delicate matter. "You reconcile the two adversaries on the ground. since the King might learn beforehand-" "Oh. as he embraced Porthos. M.' I carry him off before he can have spoken to any one.. "As a matter of course. if you had lived in our early days.." "Of course! since my friend is waiting for him. even if that were not my usual custom. then?" said the giant. my dear baron!" exclaimed Raoul.." "So that if I kill him-" "Oh. you will kill him certainly." said Raoul. "I approve of it so thoroughly that I shall have recourse to it this very day." "That is very convenient." "And then: 'Monsieur. if he is waiting. even." "Will he allow himself.at once. So." interrupted Porthos." "I beg your pardon." said Porthos. You want to fight?" "Absolutely so. on the contrary." "Ah! he kills him?" cried Raoul.oh.'" "And so.Consequently I am instructed to give you the length of my friend's sword-'" "What!" said Raoul. I believe." "So I have heard it said. I shall certainly return his politeness. With whom?" "With M. who was exceedingly polite to me the day I had the honor of dining with the King. that is not likely. is stiff from riding. I have horses below. and d'Artagnan. you have not quite understood me. think you.'the length of my friend's sword. I mean that M. They place themselves in proper order.

and I. you know." "And you will add. with but one of those causes of complaint there is enough." "Is it possible? A portrait too! A change of residence." "You are quite right. nor d'Artagnan. except in my dungeons at Bracieux.in the first place. close to Minimes. What the deuce does the fellow mean by getting trap-doors made without first consulting you? Trap-doors! Mordioux! I haven't any. "My court suit. if it did. "next?" "Then. my dear friend. He is very cautious. to be specific." Porthos rang a huge hand-bell." "By changing his lodgings? Good!" said Porthos." "D'Artagnan is a sound adviser." said Raoul. "Does your father know anything about this?" "No." "All's right. Where am I to find this M. so as to get your limbs as elastic as possible." "It is too long a story to tell. this is very serious. only. People fought then for the sake of fighting. and a led horse to accompany me." said Porthos. and a portrait! Why. but that is done. and while you are waiting there you can practise some of the best passes. my dear friend. know no better reason than that. "my horse. "that my last motive for considering myself insulted is the portrait that M. tell me what the cause is. as one must particularize to some extent-" "Yes." "No. in getting a trap-door made in his new apartments." "I understand." "As it is necessary. de Saint-Aignan well knows. It is true. and as on the other hand the affair is full of difficulties and requires the most absolute secrecy-" "Oh! oh!" "You will have the kindness merely to tell M. you ought to be furious at that. and more than enough. though. my friend."I should think so! I should like to see it fail! It would be the first time. du Vallon. "a trapdoor! Upon my word. tell me what it is-" "The fact is-" "Deuce take it! See how troublesome this is! In former days we never had any occasion to talk. for one. and that is saying but very little. he said." "Well.with the new method." he said to the servant who answered the summons. it seems. I said. de Saint-Aignan. de Saint-Aignan that he has insulted me. de Saint-Aignan?" "At the Palais-Royal.. who began to count on his fingers.Bah! I would carry him off bodily." "However. a trap-door. if it were necessary". I suppose?" "I shall take a second horse with me. for all the gentlemen in France and Spain to cut one another's throats. though. Select your own rendezvous. yes. you are furnished with all you need. that the young men of the present day." said Porthos. "All we have to do is to state the grounds of the quarrel to M. adding gesture to speech. the usage of the present day requires that the cause of the quarrel be explained. either. my dear M. "Very good. and might have diverted me from my purpose. laughing. yes. the devil!. I am going to write to him. Well. astonished that in his own loyal faith in d'Artagnan any one could have thought . lifted Raoul and his chair." "Thank you." "By your new method. I shall be waiting for you in the wood of Vincennes. then." said Raoul. and Porthos. then." "Well." Then turning to Raoul as soon as the servant had quitted the room. by changing his lodgings." "And d'Artagnan?" "No.

except concealing the dead body. while the servant spread out upon a sofa the gorgeously decorated dress trimmed with lace. it may be remembered. with all the tenderness of a father about to start his children in life. who knew beforehand that his verses would be extensively circulated in court circles." Chapter XVI: The Change of Residence. my dear friend. he had begun by sending his lackey to inquire if M. M. The King. had behaved in the most charming manner to every one. I implore you. that except ourselves no one must know anything of this meeting. then. saying to himself with a secret delight: "Perfidious King! traitorous monarch! I cannot reach thee. As one may see. is my reason for having chosen you." replied Raoul. and had made a distich. first the King." said Porthos. he candidly asked himself whether the public would find these fruits of his imagination sufficiently elegant and graceful.the coward who represents you. who was in love more than ever and of course happier than ever. and fancied that he had proved that he was so under too many memorable circumstances to allow the title to be disputed by any one. and then La Valliere. as they say in Normandy. took half an hour less than his usual time to put on his court suit." "People always find these things out. "do not question me any more. and received. I have told you all that I had to say.shall pay for your crime. That has a smack of the assassin about it. as a matter of course. then." "You will be satisfied with me. sextains and madrigals. Consequently. while La Valliere. for the person of a king is sacred. An indefatigable rhymester. with a little more attention than he had been able to bestow during the excursion. de Saint-Aignan were at home. and it must be seen. de Saint-Aignan recited to himself the madrigal he had composed.. finishing the bottle. to his great delight intrusted with this mission. Porthos made haste. the day had not been a bad one for Apollo. indeed. There it is. de Saint-Aignan. De Saint-Aignan. as soon as he had returned to Paris. as well as the whole court. with the composition as well as with the idea itself. your panderer. Immediately upon this reply.- . and which he had repeated from memory to the King. was a poet." replied Porthos. But I promise you everything. le Comte de Saint-Aignan had had the honor of accompanying the King to St. and in order to make his mind easy on the subject. The King was. like all women who are in love. That. either. occupied himself. my dear friend!" "Rely upon me. and afterwards we will think of Louise. and which he had promised to write out for him on his return. had composed two sonnets.of himself so long as there was a d'Artagnan in the world." said the giant. it is prompt action that I now expect. Every risk must take its risk. on his side. I will kill him in thy name. "Do not forget. as sharp and decided as you know how to arrange it. Nothing could possibly equal his kindness. in answer. "when a dead body is discovered in a wood. The expedition had been delightful. the Trap-door. But your accomplice. To show that he was a man acquainted with the usages of the highest society. and the Portrait PORTHOS. "Dear M. but that Monsieur the Count had just at that moment returned. M. he had during the whole of the journey overwhelmed with quatrains." "To work. that M. in a similarly poetical mood. It is a principle of mine not to bury bodies. I do not wish it. and reached De Saint-Aignan's apartments just as the latter was having his boots taken off. which made him feel young again. Germain. du Vallon. Raoul left the room. and therefore..

in loving more whom.the King condemned to La Valliere. there is the 'thought' confiding in the 'heart'! Why should not the heart confide with as good reason in the thought? In faith. My faith! the Abbe Boyer. but the line is impertinent.. it gives him the appearance of saying to Mademoiselle de la Valliere. he will take it into his head to believe it. it is not so with the second line. yes. like me. Where the devil have I been. vos yeux malins ne disent pas toujours"Oh! as to that.its author first of all. what? Obscurity. The plural necessitated by the rhyme! And then to call the modesty of La Valliere a trick. but on second view it was not so pleasing. I might even add that it is somewhat in the manner of Ronsard or Malherbe. but. without reckoning that M. He had just taken . which makes me proud. I remember now that the King bit his nail at that moment.destinent ma vie. with one leg crossed over the other.vie and confie. made a rhyme of vie and confie in the tragedy of 'Oropaste.no!" Then he repeated:"Mais benis soient les dieux qui. Iris. In fact. pourquoi faut-il que je passe ma vie A plus aimer vos yeux qui m'ont joue ces tours?" This madrigal. Ah. pourquoi faut-il que je passe ma viealthough the rhyme is not strong. A plus aimer vos yeux. then. every one will understand me. Many had thought it charming. I think. since La Valliere and the King have understood me." And he continued:"Ce que votre pensee a votre coeur confie-. I see nothing to hinder. there is a compliment!. 'How does it happen that I am captivated by you?' It would have been better. for my part. But obscurity is nothing.Iris. the count was undressing himself. Not bad. failed to satisfy De Saint-Aignan when it had passed from oral delivery to the written form of poetry."Iris."Iris.' Good. sitting at his table. repeated.. good Heavens! everything can't be strong in a quatrain.. although destinent ma vie is weak." While confiding these words to his heart and engaging his heart in these thoughts. There is good reason for the saying that the easiest line to make is the first. graceful as it was. has. They will say that my poems are verses in the grand-seigneur style. "that is irreproachable. and if the King hears it said that I am a bad poet. to say. Corneille did not scruple to do so in his tragedy of 'Sophonisbe. who is a great poet. Yes. Unhappily. for vie and confie! Yes.. vos yeux malins ne disent pas toujours Ce que votre pensee a votre coeur confie. to bring together these two hemistiches? Now.that is not happy! I shall be a byword to all my quill-driving acquaintances.the last hemistich: qui m'ont joue ces tours." he murmured. but here is something melancholy. now. So De Saint-Aignan. or the False Tonaxare'.. and rubbing his brow.Que benis soient les dieux qui condamnent ma vieCondamnent! ah! well. the third is good.

since to him the visit was paid. Monsieur?" exclaimed De Saint-Aignan. with my arms. Monsieur the Count. Monsieur the Baron. Raoul de Bragelonne. "what does that bunch of names mean? I don't know him. and but just in time. at Fontainebleau?" cried De Saint-Aignan. I have broken it. Monsieur." said Porthos." "It is the same gentleman.is in England. but." "I have offended M. which would be an exceedingly disagreeable position for me in the discharge of the very serious mission which has been intrusted to me with regard to yourself. de Saint-Aignan had an excellent recollection of persons.. Monsieur the Count. when I used to sit down with far more energy than now. which Porthos thought but natural. though. Monsieur?" inquired De Saint-Aignan. that if I remain in it I shall fall down. as he settled himself on a couch. I cannot possibly have offended him. and as I have not seen him for a long time past. except in taverns. do you say? May I ask his name?" "M. when his Majesty was staying at Fontainebleau. "that unfortunately has nothing whatever to do with my present visit." Porthos rose." replied Porthos.so much so. while the count was looking about. who saw nothing unusual in this act of politeness. In my early days. Monseigneur. whom I know but very slightly. quick! introduce that gentleman." "M. De Saint-Aignan looked about him for something more solid for his guest to sit upon. in spite of the smiles of some of those who were present. considering that he himself.off his coat. "Modern articles of furniture.for a gentleman? Certainly not. De Saint-Aignan desired the servant to give Porthos a chair.. said. M. Monsieur the Baron?" "Of ill omen." The lackey hastened to obey. de Bragelonne." said De Saint-Aignan. when he was informed that M." De Saint-Aignan smiled at this remark. Monsieur the Count." "Why unfortunately? Are you the bearer of a message of ill omen. "I regret to say that I have broken your chair. and coughed. Porthos entered. nobly. "May I ask. and the latter. hoisted the standard of the most refined politeness. "are constructed in a ridiculously light manner. The ordinary courtesies having been exchanged between the two gentlemen. "I really assure you."I have offended a friend of yours. the count." said Porthos." "Not at all. whenever he called upon an adversary. Raoul de Bragelonne!" cried De Saint-Aignan. "But.. Monsieur the Count. for the chair had given way several inches." "I. "Eh! quick. and was putting on his dressing-gown. which creaked but did not give way beneath his weight. "who had the honor of dining with you. and at the first glance he recognized the gentleman from the country who enjoyed so singular a reputation. indeed." "With the King. to what happy circumstance I owe the favor of your visit?" "The very thing I am about to have the honor of explaining to you. I beg your pardon-" "What is the matter. that it is quite impossible.." replied the lackey.nay. "Eh!" he said. I do not remember ever to have broken a chair. "not at all. . for M. Monsieur. whom I know hardly at all. at the King's table. and whom the King had received so favorably at Fontainebleau. He therefore advanced towards Porthos with all outward signs of good-will. le Baron du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds was waiting to be received. de Bragelonne is in Paris." said Porthos." "It is the fact.. "I have simply come to say that you have seriously offended a friend of mine. sat down gravely.

"In that case he must have entered here. Oh. turned round. since I kept the keys in my own pocket. Monsieur." "That is impossible. Yes. it is quite certain you have offended him." he murmured.from-" "Well. "that I have received nothing in any way from him". de Bragelonne!" he exclaimed.a note from M. Monsieur. Monsieur. de las Fuentes." the count murmured.. Monsieur the Count. "Who has been here during my absence with the King?" "No one. you have seriously offended him. de Bragelonne himself who placed it there. "how many letters or notes were sent here during my absence?" "Three." "I give you my word of honor. "There is something mysterious about this. since he himself told me you had. who was sitting with his back to the room. Monsieur. turning pale." "Speak the truth before this gentleman." "Without doubt.quite impossible. "That is not unlikely to be the one we want." De Saint-Aignan dismissed the valet and followed him to the door in order to close it after him. De Saint-Aignan crumpled up the letter in his hand. "A note from M. Monsieur the Baron. Monsieur the Count." Basque opened his arms. that I have received no note whatever. mortally offended him. and when he had done so. de Bragelonne informed me that he had already apprised you of it by a note. it could not have come alone. absorbed in thought. since M. and he rang the bell. I swear.the truth. Some one must have been here." "No one could possibly have entered. also." replied Porthos. "What is this?" he said. "You see." "Is that all?" "Yes." he said to the servant who entered. looking straight before him." said De Saint-Aignan." "And yet I find this letter in that lock yonder. from." interrupted Porthos. "you cannot be ignorant of the circumstance. "and I repeat. from whom?" "From Mademoiselle de la Val-" "That is quite sufficient. "This is infamous! How could he possibly have come here?" and the count rang again. one from Madame de Laferte. as if signifying the most absolute ignorance on the subject." "This is most extraordinary. he happened to see in the keyhole of the adjoining apartment the paper which Bragelonne had slipped in there as he left. since I have the key in my own pocket?" returned Basque." "How could that have been. perseveringly. Porthos. when I say a thing-" "Brought here by M. de Bragelonne himself. you understand! I will take care you are not blamed. De Saint-Aignan took out the paper." "Besides. "Basque. I was right. I repeat." said Porthos. Monsieur the Count. "I believe you.perfectly unmoved. Monsieur the Count. Some one must have put it there." added Porthos.." said Porthos. "A note in the keyhole!" exclaimed De Saint-Aignan. oh!" he said. after having read it.. de Fiesque. "Oh. and a letter from M. "I will convince you. Monsieur." "There was a note. "Probably it was M. . Monsieur." "It is impossible.

"Shall we return to our little affair?" he said. "I think I can now understand it." "You admit it. de Bragelonne whether I am to move or not? You can hardly be serious. that the one I have already mentioned is a most serious injury." replied Porthos." "I am his friend. to which you have given no answer." De Saint-Aignan began to beat his foot impatiently on the floor. Monsieur. you change your lodgings." "Well. and you do not attempt to excuse yourself? Very well!" "What!" cried De Saint-Aignan. and so far as his conduct is concerned. you have only yourself to blame for it. what is that?" Porthos assumed a very serious expression as he said. that offends M. who was irritated by the coolness of his visitor. "This looks like a bad quarrel. but after a while returned to the mission he had undertaken. Why should I not admit it. as soon as the lackey had disappeared. the next! You will observe. for I positively do not comprehend a word of what you are saying. Monsieur. or rather have answered very indifferently." Porthos stopped him." Porthos pronounced these words with an amount of confidence which for a man who was unaccustomed to his ways must have indicated an infinity of sense. you have nothing to add on the subject of your changing your apartments. as you say. and am the one he alludes to." "Absolutely necessary. "No one can possibly have a bad quarrel with the Vicomte de Bragelonne. "that I do not enter into particulars. then. de Bragelonne says that a friend will call. I suppose?" "Nothing. but. and for excellent reasons. it is because he feels himself insulted. de Bragelonne any harm? Have the goodness to tell me that." "For the purpose of giving me a challenge?" "Precisely. So. Very good." he said." "Oh. you will admit that it is nothing in comparison with the second ground of complaint. "my friend cannot but be right. I am listening. And what is the next point?" "Ah. that is quite true. addressing De Saint-Aignan. "you have changed your apartments. I perfectly understand you! We will touch very lightly upon it." "Yes.."what! Am I to consult M. M." returned Porthos. with a low bow. with an air of satisfaction. may I ask?. Monsieur. If he makes a complaint. and then said with great gravity: "Monsieur." "In the first place. Monsieur.for his conduct is so mysterious that it at least needs some explanation. "How about the . but what is the mystery about?" said De Saint-Aignan. Monsieur. do you suppose?" "You have admitted it. perhaps.Porthos left him to his reflections. "but." said Porthos. under any circumstances." "And he complains that I have offended him?" "Mortally so." Porthos replied. "But how can my having moved my lodgings have done M. then. "Admit it? of course I admit it. lifting up one finger." said Porthos. "Mystery? Be it so." "In what way." said Porthos. at all events. if it be mysterious." "Monsieur. So speak. Monsieur. from this note which has arrived here in so singular a manner. de Bragelonne's complaints against you. this is the first of M. "You will think it best. de Bragelonne.

He pushed back his chair so abruptly that Porthos. I have been betrayed. Monsieur. in fact. As the portrait in question was La Valliere's portrait. you have now." "You forget the portrait!" said Porthos. permit me to explain-" Porthos shook his head as a man who does not wish to hear. in fact. Monsieur!" exclaimed the count." Porthos assumed an imposing air." pursued De Saint-Aignan. "you have made me comprehend it in the most ingenious and the most delicate manner possible. "Yes. does he want?" He then said aloud: "Come. "There is no question at all of what I should have done.as he said: "It matters nothing whatever to me. in a voice of thunder.. let us hush up this affair. Thank you. De Saint-Aignan's eyes were completely opened." said Porthos. Monsieur. "you are the incarnation of intelligence.. Monsieur. I believe?" "As for the first. now that I know everything. explain that if you can. De Saint-Aignan held down his head."ah. "You see me overwhelmed. "The trap-door?" murmured De Saint-Aignan. perceived that the blow had told. I remember now that M. "such a secret ought not to be known. "been made acquainted with the three causes of complaint against you. Monsieur. as a man of honor and of great intelligence. Monsieur! Your affair is a bad one. I am even astonished that you should have made use of so indiscreet a remark." he murmured. Monsieur?" De Saint-Aignan turned exceedingly pale." "This fellow is a perfect madman. whether or not my friend was. Monsieur. delicacy.all the majesty of ignorance. aware of the danger to which he exposes himself and others?" "M." replied Porthos. nor does he fear any either. "Oh. I see the whole matter now clearly enough. thank you. Monsieur. who knew nothing." "Monsieur!" "And when the public shall learn all about it. de Bragelonne. and loyalty of feeling united.. I see." "So much the better. "is M." replied De Saint-Aignan. but De Saint-Aignan continued: "I am in despair.. engaged to be married." returned De Saint-Aignan. "And. when the desire of so august a personage was so urgently expressed that I should move." said Porthos. "What. if it please Heaven. but how would you have acted in my place? Come." "But. which made the count's blood freeze in his veins. "Only.trap-door." Porthos drew himself up." he said. "the secret will not go far." said Porthos. young man. de Bragelonne incurs no danger. simple as he was. hurriedly. even by one's confessor!" "That we will think about." pursued De Saint-Aignan. between ourselves. convinces you. in Heaven's name.could I. nor to yourself indeed. in penetrating the secret." "A guilty conscience. tell me what would you have done?" Porthos raised his head." thought De Saint-Aignan." "Monsieur.as you. "everything is known!" "Everything. I assure you. It may possibly do your cause harm.."overwhelmed to such a degree that I hardly know what I am about. "You perceive that I am right?" . shaking his head. Monsieur. as you say. ought I to have disobeyed?" Porthos was about to speak." he exclaimed." he said. de Bragelonne was engaged to be married to her. interpreting the movement in his own interest. will find out very soon. at all that has happened. "Ah! my frankness.and I now address myself to you. but De Saint-Aignan did not give him time to answer. and will judge-" "Oh. and as no mistake could any longer exist on the subject. my change of rooms. "Ah.

If it were not so. thank him. I am delighted to share with you. by the by. de Bragelonne expecting me?" "At the Minimes. you guess. I place myself entirely at your mercy. confused and bewildered by the eloquence and gestures of De Saint-Aignan." placing his hand on Porthos's arm. made a thousand efforts to stem this torrent of words. be good enough to mount him. a thousand times no! I know M. even. am suffering as well. require even? Speak. too.. "But where is M. and will play you no tricks. preserve an eternal gratitude for the man who has so ingeniously. this secret. he remained upright and motionless on his seat. and here. De Saint-Aignan threw his arms round Porthos. I perceive by your serious. Monsieur. and yet there is no possibility of offering any resistance. You can conceive the infatuation. From this very moment you can make use of me as you please. in plain truth.for I readily believe the portrait is the principal cause of complaint.as I have indeed reason to thank him. indeed! but we are going to laugh over the affair when we get there?" . no! you do not believe it. so cleverly corrected the misunderstanding between us. And since ill-luck would have it that the secret should be known to four instead of to three. therefore. I know.. nay.I do not speak of love." "Ah. thank Heaven! happily the affair is with a man who has so much sensitiveness of feeling. what an amount of misery and scandal would fall upon her. but you are reasonable. De Saint-Aignan continued. "To accompany me where M. he did not understand a single one. that madness irresistible! But. de Bragelonne is awaiting us.you have understood me. in such a place too.whom I will not name.tell me candidly if you think me to blame? Who was it that wished to have her portrait? Was it I? Who is in love with her? Is it I? Who desires her? Who has won her? Is it I? No. if he resists. from the bottom of my heart I am delighted at it.. what do you require?" "Monsieur. poor girl! and upon him. and that was all he could do. speak!" According to the familiarly friendly fashion of that period. again. that despair is madness. of which." said Porthos. Porthos allowed him to do this with the most complete indifference. "I have a horse below. de Bragelonne. Well. you understand the influence of a will superior to my own. Believe me that I shall. Return. very likely. But I. I know these misfortunes are most cruel. He is a very good one. why. If he struggles. de Bragelonne must be in a state of despair. he will be derided. you feel." "Mount on horseback! What for?" inquired De Saint-Aignan." said Porthos. at Vincennes. I suppose? I can well believe that. to M." "Ah! he wishes to speak to me." Porthos. "Speak!" resumed De Saint-Aignan. Alas! it is a very delicate matter. do you suppose that it was I who. he is lost. embarrassed air."that trap-door. You will tell me. and which was constructed for. and clasped him tenderly in his embrace.you know what. that the importance of the situation in which we are placed has not escaped you. indeed.Porthos did not reply. and an increasing vehemence to his gesture: "As for the portrait. for the King is waiting for me. had that trap-door made? Oh.for having chosen as an intermediary a man of your merit. of my own accord. What can I possibly do for you? What can I solicit. but at the present moment I cannot. De Saint-Aignan continued: "I pass to that unfortunate trap-door. Monsieur. which might make the most ambitious man's fortune. and gave a new inflection to his voice. with no little curiosity. the occasion and the means of so much unhappiness.. he wishes to have the details. thoughtful. then. on my side." "The King will wait.

as the poets of the period used to say. the King found M. because he was thoroughly imbued with the highest sense of probity in all matters of figures and accounts. who had met the King in the corridor. and you will lose nothing by waiting. and then hastily putting on his coat again. Colbert. Through his enemy's thick. "The King wishes to see Monsieur the Count. But as he wished. De Saint-Aignan looked after him as he left." "Why. and success the only thing worth caring for. In his opinion. and the face of Porthos assumed a stern hardness of expression. he ran off. Monsieur. smiled with that charmingly sympathetic smile which was . who was not simply an envious and jealous man. muttering to himself: "The Minimes! the Minimes! We will see how the King will like this challenge. Colbert did not conceal his insolent joy. Fouquet. as if on the watch for him.. de Bragelonne's interests. The color mounted to Porthos's face. Behind the King came M. and followed him like a jealous and watchful shadow. all there was in that heart." "Very well. pardieu!" Chapter XVII: Rival Politics ON HIS return from the ride which had been so prolific in poetical effusions. remained unmoved.. Take care!" "Basque!" cried M. as he replied: "If I had not the honor of being in your own apartment. then. he could. to remain himself impenetrable. lest he may do his adversary too much honor. and said. but who wishes to suppress every indication of it. Colbert. arranging his dress as he went along. penetrate to the very bottom of Colbert's heart. he saw. for it is for him. he said. he composed his features. at least". while observing everything.. by merely looking at his eyes. "The Minimes is a rendezvous for duels. "That is the length of my friend's sword. then. and during the whole of the scene which followed observed that line of conduct so difficult to a man of refinement whose heart is filled with contempt. at the sight of his enemy. with his square head.not I. Monsieur?" "Eh!" "Will you go thither of your own free will?" "But-" "I will carry you if you do not come. delighted at having arranged another affair. Monsieur. Fouquet's was a game very badly played and hopelessly lost. M. None of these details escaped Fouquet's observation. could well afford to assign as a pretext for his conduct."I don't think it likely. It will be merely a pleasure postponed. and of representing M." "That is very different. As soon as Basque appeared.hatred and triumph. and his vulgar and untidy though rich costume. Fouquet he had nothing in view but the welfare of the State and the dignity of the crown. Porthos left the room." said Porthos." And saluting De Saint-Aignan with his usual courtesy. and in which everyone had paid tribute to the Muses. and despite the restless movement of his eyelids. I would throw you out of the window. We will wait there until this evening. after all. Fouquet waiting for an audience. Colbert belonged to that school of politicians who think cleverness alone worthy of their admiration. which gave him some resemblance to a Flemish gentleman after drinking beer. bushy brows. de Saint-Aignan. Will you come to the Minimes.M. although not yet finished. that in hating and doing his utmost to ruin M. but who had the King's interest really at heart. moreover. what. Colbert. have I to do at the Minimes?" Porthos slowly drew his sword. "the King's service before everything else. the man is mad!" cried De Saint-Aignan.

Sire.peculiarly his own. looking at Colbert. Sire! I do not undertake that. as if. hard labor it may." "I was working." he said. people say you make it." Louis remained silent. arrested the words upon his lips. "Sire. Sire. nay." said Louis XIV. no. did not take the slightest notice of the remark. the most powerful of monarchs. "I presume. smiling..a proud." "Ah! ah!" said Louis XIV. "I perceive by your Majesty's joyous air that you have had a pleasant ride." "You speak like an enchanter who improvises." "On whose behalf." he added proudly. Colbert had not spoken. in the open air and under the trees. I remember it. "I insist upon the word 'wonders. indeed. I am now to consider myself formally invited?" "Yes. "No. who had by this time recovered his self-possession. Monsieur. but thrones of soft turf are very delightful." "I have given you my promise. if it pleases your Majesty. who did not take the trouble to turn aside his head even in recognition of Colbert's presence. "and a King never departs from his word." "Oh! your Majesty is not yet weary of the throne." said Fouquet. "Your Majesty is aware.' Oh. with the profoundest contempt. turned towards Fouquet.." "The fete at Vaux. even were there none in the world. too. Sire. "Wonders? Oh. laughingly. the celebrated fete. I should be delighted to live in the country always." "Nay. but I hope to be able to procure your Majesty a little pleasure. king-like glance. but a glance as swift as an eagle's. he wished to look at Colbert. is it not." cried the King." he said. Fouquet. perhaps. The King. Colbert. for I have a request to submit to you. Fouquet. and that the King had launched an arrow from his own bow as well as one from Colbert's. M. Fouquet. "Ah! M. M. "there is nothing like the country." Fouquet felt that the shot was discharged from a double quiver. wished to reply. "that I destine my estate at Vaux to receive the most amiable of princes. I trust?" said Fouquet. perhaps even a little forgetfulness of the cares of State. to inform your Majesty that I am ready to obey your orders in every respect. they know it only too well. we know that you could find gold." "Your Majesty gratifies my utmost wishes in speaking in that manner." replied the superintendent. therefore. saying. But that can be paid for. indeed. Sire. you are a magician! We know your power. And. loyal. Monsieur the Superintendent?" said Louis." returned the King. "I can assure your Majesty that the gold destined to pay the expenses of the fete at Vaux will cost neither blood nor tears. perhaps. and saluted the King with the most dignified and graceful ease and elasticity of manner. charming! You were very wrong not to come with us as I invited you to do. Monsieur?" "On behalf of the nymphs of Vaux. "Oh!" said he. "the people know perfectly well out of what mine I procure the gold. in fact." "Charming. Monsieur the Superintendent. Besides. I could not . so far as he was concerned.which Fouquet darted at the latter." "Do you promise me many wonders." "And I have come now. "Yes. "Your Majesty once deigned to make me a promise." "For what day?" "Any day your Majesty may find most convenient. Fouquet. Sire?" said Colbert. endeavoring to show his importance by taking part in the conversation.

. Sire. "Pardon." "Your Majesty will do. I am indifferent about my confession: this morning I sold one of the official appointments I hold. He turned back again immediately."pardon!" "Pardon for what?" said the King. and addressing the King. "To a councillor belonging to the parliament. The satisfaction of being able to give a last and terrible blow to his enemy seemed to him almost like a compensation for everything to which they were about to subject him. when he had already reached the door. The latter trembled. graciously. he expected a denunciation." said the King. Sire.. that a skilful player like Aramis would not have let it slip. But Fouquet had not even looked at his enemy. if I give you until next Sunday week. "how do you intend to treat them?" "The King is master everywhere. His conduct had been unmasked. a single proof formally advanced. speaking of my friends." said he. I forgot to inform your Majesty of a circumstance of considerable importance. so far as he was concerned." "One of your appointments?" said the King." "By the by.the appointment of procureur-general." . everything that a monarch can and ought to do." The King involuntarily uttered a loud exclamation and looked at Colbert." "I thank you!" returned the King. touched by the noble thought expressed in so noble a tone. "To whom have you sold this appointment. He felt that Colbert would remain behind with the King. Colbert was obliged to lean against the side of the fire-place. Fouquet therefore took leave of Louis XIV.. "will a week hence suit you?" "Perfectly well. "That which conferred upon me. M. Sire. your Majesty will draw up your own list and give your own orders. "For a serious fault which I committed unawares. "which?" Colbert turned livid. will that be sufficient?" "The delay which your Majesty deigns to accord me will greatly aid the various works which my architects have in hand for the purpose of adding to the amusement of your Majesty and your friends. whose name is Vanel. lest so daring a blow might not overthrow his whole scaffold. All those you may deign to invite will be my guests. with an easy air. Sire. "since you have had the kindness to forgive me. and before the youthful loyalty of Louis XIV Colbert's favor would disappear at once. In what way or against whom have you been found wanting?" "Against all propriety. In point of fact. who with his face bedewed with perspiration felt almost on the point of fainting." said Fouquet. that they would both converse about him. Sire. whenever you please." Colbert tried to look at the superintendent in order to see whether this remark was an approach to less hostile sentiments on his part." "This is Tuesday. then. Sire. Fouquet?" inquired the King. Fouquet. indeed. A single syllable from Fouquet. "Sire. I shall be unable to do otherwise than forgive you. a grand gown and an air of gravity. to accomplish everything to gratify his pleasures. and that neither of them would spare him in the least degree. therefore. M." "A fault! You! Ah.say so much." "What is it?" Colbert trembled. Colbert did not exist." resumed the King. The King of France has servants at his bidding who are able to do anything on his behalf. the opportunity was so admirably suited to be taken advantage of. "Very good. after a few words had been added with regard to the details of certain matters of business.my honored guests indeed.

doubly delighted. aware that as soon as it is known that M. Are you. as soon as Fouquet had disappeared. contemptible affairs. by the side of which all our amusements at Fontainebleau are petty. whose scowling face always put him out of humor. meaningly. Colbert this time did not reply. unless I shall in the mean time have undertaken a longer and less agreeable journey. his hostile ideas would meet with no obstacles. "Is it really possible. Hate and Jealousy had picked them up. and that person had therefore become indispensable to him. a royal fete. His hatred was augmented by jealousy. I am very glad to see you. I suppose?" "Of what travelling-party are you speaking. Now. or pen. the only person with whom he could speak about her at his ease was De Saint-Aignan. he had penetrated the King's thought. Chapter XVIII: Rival Lovers DE SAINT-AIGNAN had quitted Louis XIV hardly two hours before.the superintendent going to give a fete in your Majesty's honor? Nothing more than that!" "'Nothing more than that!' do you say? It is very diverting to find you treating it with so much disdain. Colbert discreetly withdrew." "Bah!" said Louis XIV. . Fouquet is going to receive me at Vaux next Sunday week. "He must be mad. having overwhelmed Colbert beneath the weight of this superiority. gesture. who express such indifference on the subject. but in the first effervescence of his affection.. Sire." the King added." "At Vaux?. you shall be one of the invited guests. Ah! De Saint-Aignan. people will be striving their very utmost to get invited to the fete? I repeat. you will make one of the travelling-party. and that at the first fault committed by Fouquet which could be laid hold of as a pretext. and with an admirably assumed expression of forgetfulness and ignorance which neither painter." "What journey?" "The one across the Styx." said Colbert. as soon as he perceived him." said the King. when the usher announced the Comte de Saint-Aignan."so much the better. nor poet could reproduce with brush." "Very well. laughing. actor. Colbert was invited by the King to the fete at Vaux. as between Louis XIV and himself. whenever Louis XIV did not see La Valliere he was obliged to talk of her. That thought promised him revenge. he bowed like a man confident in himself. and a threat of disgrace was now added to the plan he had arranged for his ruin. "Ah! is that you. the chastisement impending over him would be precipitated. Count?" the King exclaimed. "that he has sold that office?" "Yes. letting every word fall from his lips with inimitable nonchalance. and accepted the invitation with the air of one who confers a favor. Sire. you will at last see a fete. Sire. Sire?" inquired De Saint-Aignan. but also to get rid of Colbert. As soon as the royal "Mercury" entered. Then having finished. "The one we are making up to go to the fete the superintendent is about to give at Vaux. Colbert felt assured that for the future. partially revenged by the stupefaction of the King and the humiliation of the favorite. Fouquet had thrown aside his weapons of defence.. not only to see him again. The King was about writing down De Saint-Aignan's name on his list of invitations. the superintendent again saluted the King and quitted the room. De Saint-Aignan."Vanel?" "A friend of the intendant Colbert." added Fouquet.

" "It is all the same. then?" "Do you think it a bad way?" "It is a very expeditious way. if your Majesty will deign to listen to me. and in such a way. in truth. he will do what is right. for I am not saying a word that is not the exact truth. nothing at all."No." "He was in London.. my poor De Saint-Aignan: is he right or wrong?" "Your Majesty shall be the judge. I will not keep you in suspense any longer." "Bless my heart!" "Do not laugh. and an admirable companion at table. Sire." "What! does M." "I do not understand you." "What have you done to him?" "To him." "Ah! there is an 'if'." . he again murmured. while he wiped his forehead. "I am invited there. Sire." "In that case your Majesty will immediately sign my adversary's pardon. I have helped some one to take his mistress from him. and my faith. which was bedewed with perspiration." "Why." "And you say he wishes to get you killed?" "That is that excellent person's present idea. seriously." "His name." "Be easy. but you have omitted to add to his other qualifications. what is it?" "The Vicomte de Bragelonne." "'Good justice is prompt'. tell me. and a parchment!" "There is a parchment upon your Majesty's table." "You confess it. then? "I cannot help confessing it.which is the same thing." "Speak!" "Your Majesty knows the Baron du Vallon?" "Yes. for it is true. for I think you are referring to him who dined with us at Fontainebleau?" "Precisely. but it seems I have to one of his friends. however. Sire." "Ah! that is your Majesty's way of reasoning. Sire. and as for his name-" "Well." "Very well." "The Vicomte de Bragelonne!" exclaimed the King. indeed. Is his friend one of the celebrated 'four'?" "No! It is only the son of one of the celebrated 'four. du Vallon wish to kill you?" "Or to get me killed. Sire." "Of course! Answer me as candidly as if it were some one else's affair instead of your own." "In that case you are wrong. who was affianced to-" "Yes. I will defend you.. and then after a moment's silence. for he is now waiting for me at the Minimes to kill me. "Bragelonne!" "No other than he." "Ah! I am wrong?" "Yes. that I hardly know what to say or how to act in order to refuse it. changing from a fit of laughter to the most profound stupor.'" "What have you done to the son? Come. that he is a most charming killer of people. Sire.a good servant to my father. if he be in the wrong." "Bragelonne. but try not to sink from Apollo to Phoebus. so my grandfather Henry IV used to say." replied De Saint-Aignan. the late King. I know that you are in a poetical vein. if he kills you-" "Well?" "Well. personally.

" "Let us see. Sire." The King read it in great agitation. Well. I conclude that it must be. which separates a certain apartment from a certain blue and white sanctuary?" "Of course! Louise's boudoir. but a gesture of the King made him pause. "When your Majesty has read the letter." "You fight!" exclaimed the King." "Is he in Paris?" "He is at the Minimes. de Bragelonne. and immediately said. if you please." "That he effected an entrance by means of the staircase." "Either sold it or gave it. or the devil himself. as a rebellious child does whenever any one interferes to prevent him from throwing himself into a well or playing with a knife. How was he able to get into your rooms?" "Ah! that is very serious. those who did so would not have sacrificed the poor fellow. "I require to be enlightened a little." "What for?" "To fight." replied De Saint-Aignan."Yes. "Where I am waited for. in a tone of bravado. "Well?" "Well. Perhaps something like remorse was at that moment passing through his heart. as he moved towards the door." "Does he know all?" "Yes." "Who told you that M. but M. de Bragelonne. "In the first place. "Oh!" he said. "that secret discovered!" "Sire. not the devil. Monsieur the Count!" De Saint-Aignan shook his head. that seems to me more than probable. as I have already had the honor of telling you. in showing so clearly that it was he of whom they had made use. Who placed it there? Either M. de Bragelonne had penetrated into that room?" "The letter which I found in the keyhole told me so. if your Majesty will be pleased to interrogate me. I will tell you how it reached me." "Who told you that it was De Bragelonne who put it there?" "Who but himself would have dared to undertake such a mission?" "You are right. Sire. Sire. in all probability." "Upon that point." "Quite true. "But yet. but I can assure you. Perhaps your Majesty would like to look at the letter I have received from him". if it is the same that has presented itself to my mind." "Alas! Sire." said De Saint-Aignan." "Your lackey must have been bribed. he is there no longer." "Impossible. closing a certain door of ebony-wood. Sire." continued the King. and seemed absorbed in sad and melancholy reflections." "Yes. had the keys in his pocket. Sire." . and De Saint Aignan drew from his pocket the note with which we are already acquainted. Sire. "I will throw what light I can. I shall do my utmost that the secret dies in the breast of the man who possesses it." Louis bent down his head. And now there remains but one conjecture. for if he had been bribed. your Majesty knows a certain carved lock. Basque. Sire. Sire-" he said. "Where are you going?" he inquired. "One moment. it was in the keyhole of that lock that I found that note. and many things besides." "There is no doubt that some one sold the secret of the trap-door. whom it is not unlikely they might want to turn to further use by and by. and my lackey. where he is waiting for me. but inasmuch as the note smells of amber and not of sulphur. inasmuch as all the doors were closed.

Sire." "Quite true. Sire. who has keys of the apartments of her maids of honor. that my sister has entered into an alliance with Bragelonne?" "Eh! eh! Sire-" "So far as to inform him of all the details of the affair?" "Perhaps even further still. that the Comte de Guiche is the intimate friend of the Vicomte de Bragelonne?" "I do not see the connection. she acquired that taste from my mother." said De Saint-Aignan. "Ah! I beg your pardon then."Why do you make that distinction?" "Because there are certain persons. "Madame. "Why has Madame taken Bragelonne's part against me?" "Why?" replied De Saint-Aignan." "And is not your Majesty of the opinion that in order to ward it off it will be necessary to deal another blow?" "Yes. it is the scent she prefers to all others." "Vervain particularly. Sire. and he was too good a friend of the Muses not to think very frequently of poor Ovidius Naso." "Which way. and is powerful enough to discover what no one but yourself or she would be able to discover." said the King. and do not sell. the blow came from that direction." "Further? What do you mean?" "Perhaps to the point of going with him. but I thought the Comte de Guiche was a very great friend of Madame. Sire? Well." "The challenge neither concerns nor was it intended for you." replied the King. and reply clearly to the question. Sire! my apartments smell very strongly of vervain. But De Saint-Aignan was not an ordinary courtier." "You are right: you mean Madame!" "Ah!" said De Saint-Aignan. "You forget. your Majesty's mind is too clear-sighted not to guess what I mean. Sire. But since he had exhibited his sagacity in proving Madame's presence in his rooms with Bragelonne. during the ." The King remained silent and thoughtful for a few moments." "And you suppose. in the palace of Augustus. it was now necessary for him to pay interest on that self-conceit." "Madame." "Very good. whose eyes shed so many tears in expiation of his crime for having once beheld something. He therefore passed by Madame's secret very skilfully." "But it is I who have been expected at the Minimes. I presume. Sire. however.." "Yes. "There is no occasion to search any further. and then resumed: "But why should Madame take Bragelonne's part against me?" De Saint-Aignan could very easily have replied: "A woman's jealousy!" In his question the King had probed his friend to the bottom of his heart to ascertain if he had learned the secret of his flirtation with his sister-in-law. but not one of the kind given in the Bois de Vincennes." the King returned. one hardly knows what. he did not lightly run the risk of finding out family secrets. listen to me! Your Majesty knows that Madame is very fond of perfumes?" "Yes. who being above the price of a treason give. "that I am a gentleman. then." "What do you mean?" "Oh.through your own apartments?" "You think it impossible. "Your Majesty forgets. and you will save me the embarrassment of naming any one. whose suspicions were aroused by your changing your lodgings. and that I have been challenged.

and left the room radiant with delight." "Sire!" "I order you to remain. frowning." "Sire-" "If Louise gets nervous and frightened." "Besides. de Bragelonne? He will be seeking me in every direction. she already knows everything." "Let me once more entreat your Majesty to be indulgent towards him. I wish to know how it is that I have been so insolently trifled with as to have the sanctuary of my affection pried into. the hope of paradise." "I have been indulgent long enough." said Louis XIV. when the usher appeared at the door of the cabinet." "Well?" "M. De Saint-Aignan. Sire?" "Yes. and that she has set to work those who would have done better had they remained neutral. Do not let her be ignorant that Madame is beginning again her persecutions. Monsieur!" "As your Majesty pleases. It is not you."tell her. "and why do you presume to come when I have not summoned you?" "Sire.." said the usher." "Sire!" "Obey. I will avenge her. and remain faithful.last hour and more. and-" "I shall either have spoken to him. as I suspect is the case. who ought to punish those who have acted in this manner. reassure her. tell her. which betokened that a fresh feeling of dissatisfaction was mingled with the remembrance of an old one. or taken care that he has been spoken to before the evening is over. le Comte de la Fere to pass freely at any time when he might wish to speak to your Majesty.you who live in the midst of this hell without having. took the King's hand. like myself. Count. and I shall be dishonored if I do not go there. trembling with passion." The King had hardly pronounced these words. "What is the matter." "I implore your Majesty not to overwhelm M. be sure to tell her." The King and De Saint-Aignan at this reply exchanged a look which betrayed more uneasiness than surprise. I say. that this time. but almost immediately forming a resolution. all. tell her that the King's love is an impenetrable shield over her." "Is that all. I wish to have the whole of this affair explained. Louis hesitated for a moment. even in the height of my anger. he has not been so in his feelings of loyalty. but my own. instead of defending her. Go quickly. or if she has already been herself subjected to an attack. inform her of the plot against us. for it is not your honor they have attacked. . le Comte de la Fere is now waiting to see your Majesty. If." De Saint-Aignan almost exhausted himself in protestations of devotion." inquired the King. "it is time to show certain persons that I am master in my own palace. he said: "Go. kissed it. De Saint-Aignan." added the King. But take care that not a word of this is breathed to Madame!" "But what am I to do with regard to M. De Saint-Aignan. "your Majesty desired me to permit M. and find Louise. and that too so terribly that no one will in future even dare to raise his eyes towards her." "The first honor and duty of a gentleman is obedience to his sovereign." "Enough! I shall know how to decide between the just and the unjust. for although in the whole of this affair he may have shown himself deficient in prudence. de Bragelonne with your wrath.

I have quite forgotten it. "you are so seldom here that it is a very great happiness to see you." said the King. It was with regard to a demand which I addressed to you respecting a marriage which M." Athos bowed and replied. dryly." returned Athos. and determined in this man's presence to preserve all the advantages of calmness along with those of rank." replied Athos. "I should wish to be one of your Majesty's advisers. only. "that the young lady had no position in society. in order to meet M. "I should wish always to enjoy the happiness of being near your Majesty. "I see you have something to say to me. "she had but little fortune." ." "Speak quickly. with a certain haughtiness of manner. seating himself." "I am listening. then?" "It would be a complaint. "M. aloud. "At that period. but he felt that to a man of Athos's tone of mind." he said.Chapter XIX: King and Nobility THE King endeavored to recover his self-possession as quickly as possible. you refused. rapidly." Athos started. in full court dress and with his breast covered with the orders that he alone had the right to wear at the Court of France. in a slightly agitated tone of voice. "that your Majesty will give me every satisfaction. "we have come to it now. A few minutes afterwards Athos. "only in the event of your Majesty. evidently signified. to a person so distinguished. with regard to the subject of the conversation. "Had it not been so." The King so understood it. and with a smile held out his hand to him." "Ah!" thought the King. I remember." he said. He had a vague impression of the serious import of that visit. le Comte de la Fere. I will begin the conversation at the beginning. As soon as the King had satisfied himself that so far as appearances were concerned he was perfectly calm again." Athos hastened to say. nothing disagreeable or disordered should be presented." "At or about that period I think I remember you did." That reply." "Your Majesty will remember that at the period of the Duke of Buckingham's departure I had the honor of an interview with you." returned the King. Sire." pursued Athos.But if you will deign to permit me. "I am persuaded. "you have come to lodge a complaint here." added Athos. to save you from the commission of faults. over which Athos bowed with the air of the deepest respect. "your Majesty was so kind and generous towards M. he gave directions to the ushers to introduce the count. "That. presented himself with so grave and solemn an air that the King perceived at the first glance that he had not been mistaken in his anticipations. de Bragelonne wished to contract with Mademoiselle de la Valliere. as he replied: "I shall have the honor to recall it to your Majesty. I am anxious to satisfy you. de la Fere with an undisturbed countenance. and when I asked your Majesty to accord me Mademoiselle de la Valliere's hand for M. "Alleging." said Louis. Louis advanced a step towards the count." "Ah!" said the King. de Bragelonne. He clearly saw that it was not mere chance which had induced the count's visit." "Quite true." Louis could hardly force himself to listen patiently. made in that tone. de Bragelonne and myself that not a single word which then fell from your lips has escaped my memory. I should not have presumed to present myself before your Majesty.

I remember also. that you observed at the time: 'I do not believe that Mademoiselle de la Valliere loves M. de Bragelonne." he said." said the King. and that his determination seems unalterable. "I invariably have. for your reason for this refusal?" "The reason! A question to me!" exclaimed the King. said in a deep tone of concentrated passion: "You have lost all recollection of what is usual at court. I say." "And. "Does your Majesty hesitate?" inquired the count. as if to collect himself. "A demand." Athos replied quickly. your Majesty's consent to his marriage. it is admitted I said all that." replied the King. "I have had the honor. Sire." The King remained silent. Athos looked at him with fixed attention. with the greatest humility." "There is my will." "Well. "And little beauty. on all occasions when I have had the distinguished honor of an interview with your Majesty." "And that you solicited my permission against your own inclination?" "Yes. is not the less on that account the only good match in the world for M. "I have already begged your Majesty's forgiveness. "And what.and that is an obstacle. Sire. "I do not hesitate. but there are certain particulars in that conversation which will be intelligible in the denouement. without being in the least disconcerted. without fortune. "Sire." said the King. "The obstacles in the way are all now quite removed for us. "does M. without losing a particle either of his firmness or his politeness. very deliberately." "And I thanked your Majesty." continued Athos.. "that you had the greatest repugnance to this marriage?" "Quite true. but Athos did not shrink. "Ah!" "And may we therefore be permitted to ask your Majesty. Athos paused a moment. I should imagine!" "That is the most serious of all.I refuse. de Bragelonne request?" "Precisely the very thing that I came to ask your Majesty for at my last audience. "That her extraction was indifferent.. "You have a good memory.for I have a memory nearly as good as your own. namely. "Mademoiselle de la Valliere.The King threw himself back in his arm-chair. de Bragelonne." retorted the count. leaning with both his hands upon the table. since he loves this young girl.. "to observe to your Majesty that no obstacle now interferes with M. Monsieur?" "This: your Majesty then said that you would defer the marriage out of regard for M. de Bragelonne. because those words testified an interest in M. This last bolt buried itself deep in the King's heart. finally. which did him much honor." . At court no one questions the King." "And you may possibly remember.' Is that true?" The blow told well. or beauty.." A renewed impatience on the part of the King." The King remained silent." added Athos. Sire!" The King. Monsieur. what is the denouement." he said. de Bragelonne's own interests.I remember. "M. with considerable hesitation." The King turned pale. and made him almost bound from his seat. "Very good. birth. de Bragelonne's affections." he said in a mild tone." The King pressed his hands impatiently together. de Bragelonne is now so exceedingly unhappy that he cannot any longer defer asking your Majesty for a solution of the matter. pitilessly.

therefore. and then resumed: "In that ." replied the count." interrupted Athos." Athos remained silent for a moment.he who passed his word to me. like a runaway horse whose bit being turned in his mouth bruises his palate." "What obstacles?" said Athos. The sacrifice is worthy of so great a monarch. Sire." "If in requiring the viscount to delay his marriage your Majesty's only object was to remove the gentleman to whom Mademoiselle de la Valliere was engaged-" "Monsieur! Monsieur!" "I have heard it said so in every direction."Very true. Your Majesty." he said. and I so rarely see your Majesty that I ought to avail myself of the opportunity. I am obliged to seek elsewhere for what I thought I should find in your Majesty. "Sire. it is fully merited by M. intrepidly. offend your Majesty! I? Never! All my life have I maintained that kings are above all other men." The King rose." "Within a short time. Monsieur. then. "Monsieur the Count. with nobleness and with passion. I never can bring myself to believe that my sovereign. Sire. who has already rendered great service to your Majesty. de Bragelonne to marry Mademoiselle de la Valliere." "Mademoiselle de la Valliere does not love M. "I do know it." "Just now you spoke of conjectures. Instead of obtaining a reply from you. "Sire." "Monsieur!" "And a want of confidence on the part of the subject. de Bragelonne." said Athos. but in nobleness of heart and dignity of mind. but if men do not question." he said suddenly. "who interfere in my affairs! I have chosen my course. de Bragelonne your Majesty had some other object in view than the happiness and fortune of the viscount-" "You perceive. coldly." pursued Athos. for doubtless had your Majesty known it when I first preferred my request. "that does not preclude your Majesty from allowing M.did so with a mental reservation. that you are offending me." This was a dismissal. they conjecture. with a searching look. I am compelled to make one for myself." said the King. gratitude. hoarsely. in renouncing the affection you entertain. The King stopped short. Sire. de Bragelonne." said the King. and good policy. "If in refusing Mademoiselle de la Valliere to M. "You are forgetting yourself." "Conjecture! What may that mean?" "Almost always the conjecture of the subject impugns the frankness of the King." he cried. "But. and who may well be regarded as a brave and worthy man. you would have taken the trouble to inform me." The King tore his gloves. "Woe to those. "Does your Majesty know that to be the case?" remarked Athos. you are now becoming offensive. "I have not yet had time to tell your Majesty what I came with the express object of saying. "I love Mademoiselle de la Valliere. "I have now given you all the time I had at my disposal. not only in rank and power." "Within a short time. I will crush all obstacles. offers a proof at once of generosity." "What do you mean? What mental reservation?" "I will explain my meaning." "Oh. hurried away by his anger in spite of his control over himself. which he had been biting for some time. Your Majesty's love for Mademoiselle de la Valliere is spoken of on all sides.

"You have forgotten you are speaking to the King.. you begin your reign badly.case I do not understand why your Majesty should have sent M. and have put kings under obligations to me. "Sire. "if I acted towards you as the King." "Who presumes to speak of my honor. endeavored to dismiss Athos by a gesture. Be warned!" . is a matter of astonishment to all who love the honor of the King. and not have exiled him." "You have forgotten you are destroying the lives of two men. I will not leave your presence until I have been satisfied either by your Majesty or by myself. our sole master. Denis. irritated beyond measure. especially because he felt that he was mastered. de Bragelonne to London. you will listen to me. I am a gentleman who shed my blood for your father and for yourself. Sire. Sire.. de la Fere?" "The King's honor." "I think I am condescending to dispute with you." "Go!. Whenever the King offends one of his gentlemen." The King during these remarks was walking hurriedly to and fro. haughtily. is made up of the honor of his whole nobility. Monsieur!" interrupted Louis XIV." "You already know my thoughts on the subject. with that majesty of air and manner which he alone was able to give to his look and his voice. Sire. and I am attached to everything that is really great and true in your kingdom." "M." was the Comte de la Fere's answer. de Bragelonne to London either before you were Mademoiselle de la Valliere's lover or since you have become so. his eyes blazing with wrath. I have come to ask you for an account of the honor of one of your servants whom you have deceived by a falsehood or betrayed through weakness. "I was hoping that you would reply to me. and with good reason. de la Fere!" said the King. you would be already punished. Sire! I am old now. or if you intended to exercise that right in a loyal manner. That exile. M. I know that these words irritate your Majesty. Oh. from the King himself. "You shall know my reply.a happiness which is so rarely found. whenever he deprives him of the smallest particle of his honor. but I am only a man. but on the other hand.satisfied if you prove to me that you are right." "You cannot pretend to such a right as a man any more than as a king. you sent M. you should have told M. You are now become our enemy. "Sire. satisfied if I prove to you that you are wrong. de Bragelonne so. "I will tell you all. "Monsieur." he cried suddenly..it is from him. without ever having asked a single favor either from yourself or from your father. in the presence of the relics of your noble forefathers. You will listen to me. It is a mortal sin. his hand thrust into the breast of his coat. for you begin it by abduction and disloyalty! My racemyself. Monsieur. Monsieur. and I have the right to love in this world every one who loves me." replied the count. but I know what punishment I will implore God to inflict upon you when I set before him your perjury and my son's unhappiness. I know you are inquiring what penalty you will inflict for my frankness. I have never inflicted the slightest wrong or injury on any one in this world. Sire. that that portion of honor is stolen." The King. too.at once!" "Not until I have said to you: Son of Louis XIII.that is. the facts are killing us. and henceforth we have nothing to do save with Heaven.. very soon. It is a crime. his head haughtily raised." said the count.are now freed from all that affection and respect towards you to which I bound my son by oath in the vaults of St.

less credulous than his old friend. Athos broke his sword across his knee. spent several minutes in recovering himself. made a sign for him to sit down. however. and that the King would therefore forbid De Saint-Aignan to obey the summons he had received to the hostile meeting. the one is dead to every feeling of respect. we hold ourselves ready to answer that question. "I know you come to me as a man would go to a friend. would not lose a moment in accepting the invitation which Raoul had sent him. had concluded. and saluting the King. and that De Saint-Aignan. in the very improbable case that De Saint-Aignan would come there. which had passed between De Saint-Aignan and himself. had immediately after leaving the Palais-Royal set off to join Raoul at the Minimes in the Bois de Vincennes. Adieu!" Thus saying. whenever he is suffering. and had related everything.for you have destroyed faith in the heart of the father. However. in order that Porthos's servant might know where to find him in case M. you lose two servants. Chapter XX: After the Storm OUR readers will doubtless have been asking themselves how it happened that Athos. "Tell M. He finished by saying that the message which the King had sent to his favorite would not probably occasion more than a short delay. the other no longer believes in the loyalty of man or the purity of woman."Do you threaten?" "Oh. but I tell you. faithful to his duty as an arranger of affairs. after having held out his hand to him. Viscount. The God of whom I spoke to you is now listening to me. who had been in Paris during the last two days.. arrived so very opportunely at court. the other to obedience. tell me. de Saint-Aignan should happen to come to the rendezvous. "I have as little bravado as fear in my soul. that if De Saint-Aignan was going to the King. being that we unfold events in exact logical sequence. Porthos. and love in the heart of the son: the one ceases to believe in the royal word. then suddenly rose and rang the bell violently. and began his recital. But Raoul. that I threaten the King as little as I threaten the man. from Porthos's recital. Raoul arrived at his father's. and a sob checked in his throat compelled him to pause in his narration. who sat near the table. quitted the cabinet. completely overwhelmed. he . making Raoul promise that when he had been to see his father. then." The young man bowed. He knows that for the safety and honor of your crown I would even yet shed every drop of blood which twenty years of civil and foreign warfare have left in my veins. I can well say. of whom not a word has been said for some time past. therefore. Athos. as soon as he could leave the King. De Saint-Aignan would tell the King everything. The consequence of his reflections was that he had left Porthos to remain at the place appointed for the meeting. more than once in the course of it his tears choked his utterance. slowly placed the two pieces upon the floor. he would return to his own apartments." he said to the terrified ushers. and had been already informed of what had taken place by a letter from d'Artagnan. Sire. even to the smallest details. Louis. formally refused to assent to that. what it is that brings you now. Bragelonne had left Vincennes. and had proceeded at once straight to the apartments of Athos. and embraced him most affectionately. who was almost choking from rage and shame. and had urged Porthos not to remain there more than an hour or an hour and a half. Our claim. sadly. as narrator. d'Artagnan to come here. but on the contrary installed himself in the Minimes as if he were going to take root there. Porthos. no!" said Athos.

" "No. although I do not deny that persons most entitled to the fullest credit have already conversed with me on the subject. that you would never serve him again. Athos dressed. So far as vengeance is concerned. I will await your return". some day or other. bowed.." "What is that. succeed in tearing it from my heart. Monsieur?" "Whether you have determined to adopt any steps. that everything was now at an end between him and ourselves. When he returned to his lodgings." "Oh. Monsieur." "And what did you say to him. he replied: "Raoul. What did he say?" "He says that she loves him. therefore. "Yes. Monsieur!" "And with reference to revenge. burying his face in his hands. In my heart and soul I think it impossible that the King could be guilty of such an outrage upon a gentleman. and simply answered. for I fear that you think of avenging your wrongs. de . then?" cried Raoul. what occurred in the interview with the King is already known to our readers. and then left him in order to wait upon the King. however. Monsieur the Count. "Well." "And so you no longer think of seeking a quarrel with M. Monsieur?" "I told him. pale and dejected. and his manner full of seriousness. then. "Raoul. Nothing further remains for me. then. and will soon bring you back the proof of what I say." "Oh. his head uncovered. for I could not revenge myself upon the one who is actually guilty. Monsieur. Raoul.you see. At the sound. you see. with regard to my affection. but preserving until the conclusion that calm. with a gesture of despair. should remain aloof. and he sat down. I shall perhaps. "And she?" "I have not seen her. and I believe I did so in becoming language. Athos's face was very pale. the young man raised his head. too. unruffled composure of manner which constituted the almost superhuman side of his character. "are you quite convinced now?" "I am. but to be satisfied of one thing. I have therefore already renounced every idea of revenge." "Any steps? Regarding what?" "With reference to your disappointed affection and-" "Finish." replied Athos. I do not believe there is a word of truth in the rumors. I trust I shall do so. Raoul." Raoul.finished at last. Raoul. wavering like a drunken man between what he had seen with his own eyes and the imperturbable faith he had in a man who had never told a falsehood. I told him that I. it occurred to me only when under the influence of an evil thought. as we have just now said that d'Artagnan had already written to him. and sat down near Raoul. I will answer for the King. as he approached him." resumed the count." inquired the young man. all that you yourself could possibly have said. Athos most probably already knew how matters stood. Monsieur!" said the young man. the King loves Mademoiselle de la Valliere. though sufficiently firm. of the opening doors and of his father's footsteps. dismissed him with a gesture. he gave his cloak and hat to the lackey. "I told the King. had not quitted his attitude of despair. believe me." "He confesses it. aided by Heaven's merciful help and your wise exhortations. but the King spoke to you about her. "Go. I do not believe in the existence of what you fear.

Athos shook his head. with a smile so sad that a tear started even to the eyes of his father. are come to help me in my difficult task. "Forgive me. and should be able to forgive her. yes! entirely." "And you. Monsieur." said Raoul." As he said this. The musketeer entered the room with a vague smile upon his lips." said Raoul. I know. Athos held out his hand to Raoul. "My faith. "And so. "Poor boy!" he murmured. "That is all well and good." continued Raoul. as I ought to do. have seriously thought that I should dream of revenging myself upon a woman?" replied Raoul. but on your own account. then." Athos looked at his son with a sorrowful air. then." said Raoul. smoothing his mustache with the hand that Athos had left free. and he attempted to smile. "Yes. Chevalier. but the effect was far more sad than any tears d'Artagnan had ever seen shed." said d'Artagnan. "well. Monsieur the Count. if he does not take it up. d'Artagnan." "In that case I am less uneasy. as with his eyes fixed on the musketeer he seemed to search the depths of his heart. it seems.Saint-Aignan?" "No. "You think that I still hope." "And La Valliere?" "You cannot. that the count had seen his Majesty?" inquired Raoul. and then. who had so many times in the course of his life been bowed beneath his own sorrows and those of others. you are quite satisfied that the misfortune is without a remedy?" inquired the young man."yes. I am already consoled. I have seen him. Raoul paused. I was afraid you might possibly have expressed somewhat plainly to his Majesty my own sufferings and your indignation. "Only. This name sounded very differently to the ears of Athos and of Raoul. addressing both father and son. I will maintain it. D'Artagnan answered Athos's look by a simple movement of the eyelid. Athos walked towards his friend with an expression of face which did not escape Bragelonne. "His interview with the King?" said d'Artagnan." said Raoul. I sent him a challenge. "you have arrived just as the count was about to give me the details of his interview with the King. You will allow the count to continue?" added the young man. which the latter seized most eagerly. it is indeed a horrible suffering for me to despise. her whom I have loved so devotedly. I will leave it where it is. The few words which Raoul had just pronounced seemed to have issued out of his own heart. kind and good as usual." "You are most welcome. advancing toward Raoul. "Yes. whom he took by the hand. Monsieur. you are trying to console the boy." "Ah.and about what?" inquired Athos. "and you pity me. and that the King had consequently-" "And that the King had consequently-" repeated d'Artagnan. he said. "Well. "You have seen the King then. Oh. If I but had some real cause of complaint against her. half reassured. in a tone so natural and unassumed that there was no reason to doubt his astonishment.. At this moment the servant announced M. Athos pressed d'Artagnan's hand between both his own. "but knowing so well the regard and affection you have for me. not for the consolation you bring with you. Athos?" Athos smiled as he said. I have come also. go . indeed! you were ignorant. If he accepts it. Raoul fancied he observed in this pressure something beyond the sense his mere words conveyed." replied the musketeer. I should be happy. "Uneasy.

and do you know what I would advise you to do?" "Tell me. nothing to hope for! Guiche has told me so. And when he found himself alone. which had robbed him of Louise de la Valliere." said Raoul. I say. and I cannot help confessing it. Monsieur. then. at the first illusion destroyed. but do you suppose it likely you will have something to say to me?" "How can I tell?" said Athos.on. as he had promised Porthos. I trembled lest you had come here. after your long journey from England." replied Raoul. I advise you. with a burst of laughter in which an exact observer might perhaps have desired a little more frankness. seeing that Bragelonne was preparing to go out. "To my own apartments. whom he loved so deeply. in order to conceal from the passers-by in the streets his gloomy face. face to face as it were with his own troubles. observing the perfect composure which marked every gesture of his two friends. Raoul?" inquired the latter. but as captain of the Musketeers. shrugging his shoulders. as indeed we all have at least once in our lives. "Thank Heaven!" he said. after your journey to Vincennes. not as M. "Yes. sleep for a dozen hours. d'Artagnan. de Guiche. sighing deeply. "since that is the case. The young man again looked at his companions. d'Artagnan. finish what you were going to say. and when you wake up. my poor boy. each expressed it in a very different way. "We shall be sure to find you there." said d'Artagnan. only. Monsieur. "Where are you going.. as it comes from you." cried d'Artagnan. new consolations. but his look was powerless upon the smiling countenance of the musketeer or upon the calm and composed features of the Comte de la Fere.I advise you. only. after your visit to Madame. Chapter XXI: Heu! Miser! "POOR RAOUL!" Athos had said. my father has told me so. endeavoring with the utmost strength of his intelligence to read what was in their minds.he felt his heart almost breaking. "Poor Raoul!" d'Artagnan had said: to be pitied by both these men. "all is over then! Nothing is now left me in this world.. at the first love betrayed.. leaving behind him the intrepid friend and the indulgent father. I need only think of myself." And wrapping himself in his cloak. after your visit to M. for the advice is sure to be good. when he recalled the avowal of the King's affection. quitted the count's room. Raoul." "You are mad." "I have now to ask you to forgive me. carrying away with him nothing but the individual feeling of his own particular distress. if we should have anything to say to you?" "Yes.nothing to look for. "Oh. The two friends watched the young man as he walked away with a feeling akin to pity. mad. to take a few hours' rest. M. Raoul must indeed have been most unhappy." said Raoul." he murmured. in his soft and sad voice. go and ride one of my horses until you have tired him to death. go and lie down. he started out to return to his own rooms. Athos did the like. pushing him gently towards the door. after your visit to Porthos. then. "Poor Raoul!" said Athos. "So much the better. "Poor Raoul!" said d'Artagnan." "Very well. "Yes." And drawing Raoul towards him. it was very apparent that the father's kiss was more tender and his embrace closer than those of the friend. d'Artagnan embraced him as if he were his own child. "For a moment. and M. d'Artagnan .

I should chastise a few of them...a lengthened trial. the woman disdained me. But what are the sufferings of others compared to those from which I am now suffering? Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side stanch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow-creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No. And besides. Everything is a mere idle dream in this life. The King has betrayed me. Has not he also been tried. What is needed to attain that result? To be young.. yes. Miserable. handsome. 'Honor consists in serving the passions and pleasures of one's King. in his earlier days. I can be both duke and peer. a dream! that union of our hearts. each struggles with his own grief. and who will become a hundred times greater than Mademoiselle de la Valliere is to-day. I should laugh. what has my life been up to the present moment? A cold. With honor such as that. to publish my dreams in the face of my friends and my enemies. valiant. of greater or less duration.even more so. With honor like that I can keep my post at the court. after all? A theory which every man understands in his own way. or shall be. "The stain which that woman has just stamped upon me.the men would fear me. sometimes for a woman.mine. and if I had the pliant character and strength of will of M.likewise. for .that my friends may be saddened by my troubles and my enemies may laugh at my sorrows! So my unhappiness will soon become a notorious disgrace. a dream! Poor fool. a courageous leader. barren. sterile arena. "if my name were De Wardes. honored by my love. indeed. But. Raoul could not resist uttering a few words of dark menace. de Bragelonne.. even against weakness itself. honor? What is honor.' Honor such as that. an excellent officer.sometimes for a king.' But De Guiche and Manicamp. and De Saint-Aignan particularly would say to me.. who will cover himself with glory at the first encounter. and have the command of a regiment. in the same manner as I have just been tried myself? Did he not replace love by intoxication? He has often told me so. each sheds his own tears. I am.. never for myself.that of having been deceived by her counterfeit of honesty. with my lips at least. become a gentleman of the chamber. a public scandal. the grief with which she has just broken my heart. That future which I have been hopelessly pursuing for the last ten years. more or less bitter or sorrowful. My father tells me: 'Honor is the consideration of what is due to others. her friend from childhood. all that. and the Comte de la Fere himself would not object to it. is easy and productive enough. perhaps. Yes. Raoul's. rich.in no way affect M. Some men might perhaps make favor with the King at my expense: I should put myself on the track of those jesters. Why should not I replace love by pleasure? He must have suffered as much as I suffer. unhappy wretch that I am! Women! Can I not make all expiate the crime of one of their sex? What does that require? To have a heart no longer. d'Artagnan. or to forget that I ever had one. The history of one man is the history of all men. in which I have always fought for others. even when one feels that the support is giving way.. to be strong. no. a dream! that life formed of love and happiness. strong. the mistress of the King. The voice of human nature is nothing but one prolonged cry." Despite the composure which he had promised his father and d'Artagnan to observe." he continued. "And yet. and particularly of what one owes to one's self. each suffers on his own account. that indeed would be the proper course to adopt. leaves me only one regret. so to-morrow I shall be ignominiously pointed at. and by the time I had laid three at my feet I should be adored by the women. to lean always. I should convince other women that this perfidious girl..

" she murmured. as usual. where she separates herself from me.. and all that he had suffered assailed his heart. and completely filled with flowers by Olivain. was the first point towards which Raoul bent his steps. Raoul's usual habit to do so. unhappy wretch that I am!" He had hardly pronounced these words. And to attain the end of this path. and perceived in the angle of the salon. This portrait. his eyes filled with tears. "Yes. richly furnished enough for the salon of a young man. "You here!" "Yes. He looked at the portrait of her whom he so tenderly loved. he paused in order to ring. placed his knees upon the armchair. "You. a bending veiled female figure. which had been drawn by herself and given by her to Raoul. was quite sufficient for Raoul to recover himself.Louise. was very dark." the young girl replied. and then all that he had said passed before his mind again. he had not perceived. Raoul himself opened the door which from the antechamber led into a small salon. He advanced towards this figure. as in most of the houses at that period. his head slightly thrown back. continued to advance. every time he entered his room. Chapter XXII: Wounds Upon Wounds MADEMOISELLE DE LA VALLIERE (for it was indeed she) advanced a few steps toward him. as if he had seen a ghost. in a tone of such despair as one could hardly believe the human voice could express without breaking all the fibres of the heart. which will lead us always farther apart.and the more publicly he proclaims her as his mistress. and as he bowed. standing up. moreover. Oh. unhappy man that I am!" Such were the sinister reflections in which Raoul was indulging when his foot mechanically paused at the door of his own dwelling.but I entreated Olivain not to tell you-" . Mademoiselle?" he said. hand in hand along the charming path of life. the more will he enlarge the band of shame which he places as a crown upon her brow. she and I. and inquired at the same moment who she was. "Miserable. fastened above a large easy-chair covered with dark-colored damask. who knowing his master's tastes had shown himself studiously attentive in gratifying them without caring whether his master perceived his attention or not. his lips curved in a bitter smile. Raoul staggered back. Raoul. But this interval. His arms were crossed upon his breast. Alas! we had walked together side by side. when he heard the sound of a sigh and a groan behind him. and best portion of our existence. revealing her pale and sorrow-stricken features. Raoul lived on the first floor. and the landings were obscure. in an indefinable tone. whence we shall follow different roads. "I have been waiting for you. and paused to look at it sadly. This time. There was a portrait of La Valliere in the salon. After a long silence he murmured for the third time. "Louise!" he cried.the King will not marry her. and took Raoul's sword and cloak from his hands. Olivain appeared. the first object on which he fixed his eyes. he walked straight up to the portrait. He turned sharply round. oh Heaven! I am alone. I am crushed. and ascended the staircase. When I came into the room I was not aware-" "I know. and removed the veil from her face." "I beg your pardon. I am in despair. short as it had been. He had reached it without noticing the streets through which he had passed. covered with the flowers of youth. this portrait. since he had not turned around. during the earliest. which the opening door had concealed as he entered. whose presence in his room had not been announced to him. and then added. she suddenly raised her head. without knowing how he had come. and when others shall despise her as I despise her. The staircase. and now we come to a cross road. he pushed open the door. It was. I shall have become famous. attracted his attention. and which. the brightest. before anything else.

and as Raoul did not attempt to interrupt her." Raoul stammered out. "so far as I am concerned. "Just now. all that I came to say!" Raoul. but the one beating as violently as the other. almost breathless from emotion. It will be better for me. for no one.Louise hesitated. forced his features to assume a calmer expression. for pity's sake. "It was absolutely necessary that I should see you. and went to the door. "In the first place. she said: "Raoul. do not say that you have had any other feeling against me than that of anger merely! Raoul. except yourself. he sat. in order to remove a rebellious tear. "M." She cast down her eyes as she said this." She passed a handkerchief across her eyes. he added. It was for Louise to speak. which he opened. and she made an effort to do so. and I know not in what way to begin. I have not hesitated to adopt a step which must remain secret. to relate to you very simply everything that has befallen me. hesitation. which is full to overflowing.justly so." she said. and she attempted to look Raoul in the face." she repeated. and then turning towards Louise. Bragelonne looked at her for a moment. and despite the good opinion you have of me. and implored secrecy far more effectually than her expressed words had done a few minutes before. wait until I have told you all. This look was a timid entreaty. As I shall speak the truth. "Oh. and the young girl was obliged to continue. de Bragelonne. "Olivain. I confess-" "Will you do me the great kindness to sit down and listen to me?" said Louise. "Speak!" he said. and the disdainful smile upon his lip passed away.. "I entreat you. even though that love might render him unhappy or might wound his pride. after inflicting this further wound upon him in addition to the many others he had already received. My cause is a bad one. "M. frank look away from me! You are not one of those men who despise a woman for having given her heart to another. while Raoul. with . "Is not that what you wished?" Nothing could have produced a greater effect upon Louise than these few words which seemed to signify.myself.. could understand my motive. a moment's silence ensued. "and told me that you knew all". Raoul rose." he said." she said. and then. then." This time Raoul looked at the young girl."in the first place. "I am not within for anyone". I shall always find my path clear before me in the obscurity.wait until I have said to you all that I had to say." said La Valliere. "it is only too true. "He told me you were incensed with me. in order to avoid looking at her. I think." Raoul did not reply. and a smile full of disdain passed across his lips. I admit. on his side. de Saint-Aignan came to me from the King. Louise cast a glance all round her. La Valliere looked at him with an air that seemed to say. "Alas!" continued La Valliere. "You see that I still understand you." she continued. and wishes to pour itself out at your feet. and obstacles which I have to brave in order to solace my heart. M. having collected herself for a moment. turned his away. "I wished to speak to you.alone. no longer in unison with each other. by the strength of his own iron will. sweet voice. de Saint-Aignan came to me by the King's directions." Raoul continued to preserve the same unbroken silence. but a single word!" But Raoul did not open his lips. do not turn your kind. mournfully shaking his head." "In fact. Mademoiselle. or rather fell down. but it was impossible to meet Raoul's eyes.. on a chair. during which the sound of their throbbing hearts might have been heard. interrupting him with her soft. "Encourage me.

oh. your wife. then. your life-long companion. and so long as I believed in my love for you. when I saw another future before me than that of being your friend. Raoul." "You are right. I entreat you. with my forehead bowed to the ground before you. Raoul. that I have no other defence than my frankness. "the woman who invites death is one who has nothing but her heart's blood to offer to her deceived and betrayed lover.my hands raised in entreaty towards you..it is so perfectly true. and that other."alas. If I have left you in ignorance of what was passing in my own bosom. alas! any more beside me. but a day came when I was undeceived. for a long time I thought that I loved you better than anything else. I could have sworn it on the altar. to forgive me.. when I read in the depths of my own heart. on that day. I came here in no way to defend myself.I-" And pale as death. making an effort to remain calm.. at least." "But you knew where I was. yes!" cried the poor girl. for Heaven's sake. my heart crushed in my bosom. and that you would not do it. 'You know what it is to love!' Well. Raoul. The King visited Blois. my eyes full of tears. If he should ever cease to love me." said Raoul." "Well. you will not do me so foul a wrong as to disguise your feelings before me now! You loved me. Mademoiselle!" said Raoul. Mademoiselle. that at this very moment I am now speaking to you. . Oh.. I came here to submit myself to your will. would I have consented to deceive you." "Monsieur.that other I love better than my own life. to the man I love. with a profound conviction. let me say it. and that is so true. I entreat you. if in your heart you believe I deserve death!" "Take care. she fell on her knees. yes! I do love another. while I. to pardon. my very soul. Raoul. unless the Lord shows pity upon me.answer me one word. and yet you loved another. I told you that I loved you. for it is my only excuse. Mademoiselle. true loyalty of conduct ought to have obliged you to tell me you had ceased to love me. even though you wrong me in doing so! Better an injurious word from your lips than a suspicion in your heart!" "I admire your subtlety of expression." said Raoul. better than my own soul even.. Raoul.. you could have written to me.to die. bending thus before you. unless God helps me. "To leave another in ignorance that you are deceiving him is loyal." "But on that day. I knew you so thoroughly. I have no other sorrow greater than that which I read in your eyes. Mademoiselle. Raoul. I did not dare to do so.. no. when I confessed to myself that you no longer filled my mind entirely. "no. if it were your wish I should die. I love! I love to that degree that I would give my life. I shall die of grief and despair." said the young girl. you did not lie to your own heart. "No.. you were sure of your affection for me.it seems that that would be very wrong. you were not. you did not deceive yourself. knowing that I still continued to love you. never. my voice full of sighs. Raoul. At Blois I loved you." "Raoul.on that day.I implore you on my knees.on that day. I have been weak and cowardly. but to deceive him. as the most generous." she said. her arms thrown despairingly above her head." Raoul attempted to smile."you told me you loved me. whatever it might be. but merely to say to you. Kill me." "Alas. Raoul. I believed I loved you still. Forgive my fault or punish my treason. as the noblest of men. Raoul. "While you.I knew how devotedly you loved methat I trembled at the bare idea of the sorrow I was going to cause you.

And now." As Olivain lifted her up. "Better informed than yourself of the difficulties of this life. drop by drop. I should have enlightened you. still fainting. with a bitter smile." "Oh. to the carriage." replied La Valliere." continued Raoul. you have made me the most abjectly wretched man living. Raoul made a movement towards La Valliere. "You have said to me. Louise." "Raoul. he said. Once more. as a husband. I entreat you! Adieu! adieu!" "Forgive me. while I hardly even sought an acknowledgement from your lips. the fondest affection. for in deceiving myself I helped to deceive you. he placed his hand on her mouth to stifle the exclamation. all my eternity. "We ought not to see each other again in this world." he said." "Take care!" said Raoul. and as she was on the point of calling out in bitter agony at this remark. "Very well. "Oh.. "take this young lady and bear her to the carriage which is waiting for her at the door. "for presently you may say perhaps that I did not love you. it is impossible to be good and excellent and perfect to that extent. my faith extinguished. all my flesh. Raoul!" "I only am to blame. too. I. I entreat you!" "Have I not done more? Have I not told you that I love you still?" She buried her face in her hands. while the lackey carried La Valliere. Louise. I loved you so much that I see nothing more either on earth or in Heaven. Chapter XXIII: What Raoul Had Guessed .to tell you that at such a moment as this.. Adieu!" La Valliere wished to hold out her hands to him. I feel the sighs which your love breathes forth." "Raoul. if I had known-" "It is too late. leave me. "And you love without being able to forget!" "I love without a wish to forget. in fact. is to pronounce my own sentence of death." "As a brother? Undeceive yourself. all I could possibly wish to know. dear Raoul! spare me. to tell you that as I have told you. with the deepest. you love me like an affectionate brother. it is I who ask your forgiveness. let me hope that. Louise. impossible?" "Yes. Louise! I loved you so much I would have given all my blood for you. hour by hour. all you had to say. "I do not ask you so much as that. but stopping abruptly." "Raoul! Raoul! for pity's sake!" "I loved you so much. as if to give her a first and last kiss. I read your happiness through your tears. Louise! I loved you as a lover. Mademoiselle. "Olivain. without a wish ever to love any one else. impossible!" she cried. She pressed her lips upon it and fell fainting. you are happy." said Raoul. "No. You love. for it is I who have almost been an obstacle in your life. have been wrong.behind the tears which the loyalty of your nature makes you shed. "you are mocking me.Raoul uttered a deep sigh as he exclaimed.do you understand me. Raoul!" "As a brother? Oh. the truest." said La Valliere. I am not the King of France. my eyes have lost their light. I ought not to have relied upon uncertainty. that my heart is dead. I ought to have extracted an answer from your heart." said Raoul." "Impossible." "How. Louise?. Mademoiselle. Louise. Raoul. I implore you!" cried La Valliere." "Oh. she is not mine. Mademoiselle. shred by shred. "And to tell you that. to steal!" And he returned to his room. it is I who ask your forgiveness.

is he not?" "Well." continued d'Artagnan. and the two exclamations which had followed him. de la Fere.' 'An insolent man!' I exclaimed. but as I did not move." said Athos. 'But you will take a carriage. The King is furious. leave Paris at once.' 'And I am to arrest him wherever he may be?' 'Yes. besides. 'Most certainly. he saw how unmoved my face was." "And you have come-" "By his direction. Sire. of course. kindly. my friend?" "I?" inquired d'Artagnan. in astonishment.' resumed the King." Athos said." said Athos. in which the latter stretched himself in an easy attitude. "what a hurry you are in!" "I am afraid of delaying you. "Yes. M. 'there is no necessity for the captain of the Guards. he was positively purple. Are you not curious. Athos immediately resumed the earnest manner which had possessed him when d'Artagnan arrived. I will do so willingly enough.' said the King.' cried the King. the affront of having him arrested in my presence." "Oh. I was not aware.' At this I made a slight movement.' continued the King. I will listen with the greatest pleasure.' The King looked at me. I must say he is not altogether pleased. 'You will arrest M. smiling. "for the conversation is rather interesting. he is an insolent man. "I will place you at your ease. 'Sire. the King was not red in the face merely. 'Well?' 'I am waiting." said Athos." "To arrest me.AFTER Raoul's departure. I do not see you in this way without some reason for it.' 'Ah! ah!' I said quietly.. only I saw a sword broken in two lying on the floor. Sire. it would not make me less on duty than I am. In the first place. for in point of fact it was the exercise of a fresh act of authority.' 'That is my duty. My dear Athos.' 'You do not annoy me. with his teeth clinched.' I bowed. Sire. in such a tone that the King stopped suddenly short. smiling." "As soon as I had left?" "You were just going down the last steps of the staircase. d'Artagnan. "what have you come to announce to me. 'I am on duty. of what had passed. and seemed satisfied. "I have plenty of time. of whom I retain some kind recollections.' I replied.' 'I have wished to spare that gentleman. 'If you object to arrest him yourself. 'Captain d'Artagnan. 'I abandon M.' The King seemed annoyed. Sire.' 'I should not like to annoy you. Sire?' 'You will look for him. but at his own house if possible.' I replied. and arrest him on his way thither.' 'Very well. 'I believe the count is your friend?' 'If he were my father. Sire. since I am on duty.a . then?" "My dear friend. I expected it! Come!" "Oh! oh! The devil!" said d'Artagnan. I arrived. he said. 'for you have always served me well. "The deuce!" said d'Artagnan. pointing out to d'Artagnan a large chair.' I bowed and replied. If he has started for his own estate. then?' he inquired. 'you will listen to me and obey me. 'Where is the count.' 'Sire. you have hit the very mark. "Well.' 'What are you waiting for?' 'For the signed order. to know how things went on between the King and me?" "If you will be good enough to tell me. as the musketeers told me. "Well.' 'But. the King sent for me. that is all.' said the King.' I replied. 'Captain d'Artagnan. face to face. yes. Athos and d'Artagnan found themselves alone. le Comte de la Fere. if you give me the order to do so. as soon as he saw me. I order you to do so. 'send me my captain of the Guards.

" "Very well. and here I am.he is sufficiently prepared for my disgrace not to be too much alarmed at it." said d'Artagnan. Athos entered first into the carriage. surprised. as he took the count's arm to descend the staircase. When the carriage had reached the quays. whom they had met in the anteroom. "I?" said d'Artagnan." said Athos. "You will walk arm-in-arm with me. the motive of your visit. "you must have some trifling matters to arrange before you leave your apartments in this manner?" "I? Not at all. We have thrown him off his guard for a moment." "What do you mean?" said the count.. and in this manner they arrived at the landing. "We are going-" "To take a turn in my carriage. without saying a word to the coachman. wherever he is to be found. and threw the pieces at his feet. The departure had taken place so quietly that it excited no disturbance or attention even in the neighborhood." Athos pressed his friend's hand. with some little uneasiness. You did not think that I would have you thrown into prison like that. I perceive. So. that very moment. and accompanied the two friends to the door. laughing." "But Bragelonne-" "I have brought him up in the same principles I laid down for my own guidance." said d'Artagnan. quietly. let us go." he said. Grimaud?" said Athos. and in no very good temper. "Well. ready to quit it at the summons of my Maker. and you observed that as soon as he perceived you he guessed. I can assure you. which was evidently intended for a smile. He took his pen slowly. with a friendly nod of the head. you know. and can accompany you at once.' He then turned towards me. let us set off. brutally." "Why not?" "Why. as I have always been. 'Order for M. if indeed it is to be considered as such. but do not be uneasy." replied d'Artagnan. "Oh! surely. his experience of affairs was quite sufficient to give him good reason to suspect that there was something wrong. captain of my Musketeers. but I was looking on without moving a muscle of my face. ready to go to the end of the world by order of my sovereign. . I presume that will dispense with the necessity of delivering it over to you. "You are taking me to the Bastille. I have always been a very simple traveller on this earth. what the devil do you suppose I could do with your sword?" "Am I to walk behind or before you?" inquired Athos. without reflection." interrupted d'Artagnan." "And so-" said Athos.repetition of the arbitrary act. he said. kindly. then he wrote. "you quite understand that I undertook the mission with no other object in view than that of carrying it out exactly as you liked.a portmanteau or a shroud. d'Artagnan. le Chevalier d'Artagnan. I am ready at this moment. looked at them. 'Go!' I obeyed." "You are quite right. d'Artagnan followed him. nowhere else. Grimaud thanked d'Artagnan by a grimace. In all probability he thought he perceived something like bravado in my tranquil manner. as they went out together in this manner. "Pardieu!" said d'Artagnan. "Ah! is that you. to arrest M. I should have let the captain of the Guards undertake it. for he signed hurriedly. What does a man who is thus prepared require in such a case?. and besides that. Grimaud. If I had not anticipated that. "I take you wherever you may choose to go. dear friend. "As I broke my sword in the King's presence. let us go. le Comte de la Fere. and then handing me the order.

with that horse you will be able to do three posts without stopping." "Well." "Ah. "how like you that is!" "Well. where you will find the charming residence which my friend M. or. it is folly. that I wish to be arrested. you will find a horse there which I have ordered to be kept ready for you. and constitute myself a prisoner. kill every one in France and Europe. I will never allow you to languish in prison. then! To the Bastille!" cried d'Artagnan to the coachman." "Let us go.even were it Monsieur. and King though he be. if so. we will go wherever you may choose. He may punish. I shall be strong up to my last breath. "reflect for a few moments. that he can be regarded as the first among men only by proving himself to be the most generous and the wisest among them.." said Athos. "how I would send the King running after you!" "He is the King. 'Sire! imprison. If you were to let me escape. that is all the same to me..I speak according to my own knowledge and experience." "Dear d'Artagnan.." said d'Artagnan. dear Athos.a prison is certain death for men of our time of life. No! I know you too well even to breathe a word upon the subject. "You are an obstinate-headed fellow. quietly. "happily God made me as strong in body as in mind.." "But this is not force. he gnawed the ends of his mustache with a fury which to Athos.. "I know only too well that when you have once said 'No." "Upon what?" "That you are no longer twenty years of age.. Do not suppose that I should in the slightest degree in the world discuss the question with you." said Athos. Well. if flight had seemed proper to me. "What does that mean? It is so. and I wish him to learn the bitterness of remorse. on my side."And so." "My dear friend. it seems simple enough to me. Why. who knew him well. to tell him that you have gone away. and even poniard whom you like. until it will be impossible to overtake you. I should have done precisely as you have arranged. signified a resolution either already taken or in course of formation. You wish to go to the Bastille?" "I do wish to go there. your own brother. whether you would not be ruined in endeavoring to save me. I repeat. d'Artagnan." D'Artagnan made a movement of his shoulders." "Oh. but do not touch one of the four musketeers. order me to arrest." replied Athos. smiling. and I. He abuses his opportunities. I wish to prove to this young man." returned d'Artagnan. exile. Monk gave me. it is the highest order of reasoning. "I should like to persuade you of one thing.' you mean 'No. no. I should therefore have accepted from you what without any doubt you would have accepted from me. In the mean time you will have reached Havre. imprison. the very thought of it turns my head. No. The coachman will take you to the barrier of the Cours-la-Reine. embracing d'Artagnan. . it would be only to return of my own accord.' I do not insist any longer. who is dazzled by the power and splendor of his crown. or torture me. while Heaven teaches him what a chastisement is." Athos replied. and throwing himself back in the carriage. mordioux!'" "My dear friend." "No.to say nothing of the hospitality which King Charles will not fail to show you. and rely upon it. will take care not to return to the King. namely.it matters not. and from Havre you will go to England.that I desire above all things that my arrest should take place. dear friend. what do you think of this project?" "Take me to the Bastille. Believe me." replied d'Artagnan. if you would only let me do it. I would plainly tell him.

which continued to roll on. He was. and look at the man who is just getting out of that carriage. "I? Oh. I should have done from obstinacy. While they were proceeding along the covered way which led to the courtyard of the governor's residence. "You are not angry with me. He is. in order to better explain myself. and in the next at being seen. Athos!" "In the courtyard?" "Yes." "I regret this meeting exceedingly.." inquired d'Artagnan.in the first place at seeing me. he is a man in a gray suit. that is all. what is he doing here?" "Oh.A profound silence ensued in the carriage. he will be very much annoyed. who is getting out of a carriage. since we see him alone in his carriage. let me relate the affair in my own manner." "I do not understand you. but neither faster nor slower than before. "What is that out yonder?" "Well." "Make haste and look again. I have an idea: the question is." said Athos. even through the walls. d'Artagnan. Whenever any one meets another in the Bastille. of course not! What you do from heroism. and the carriage passed on. are you not. When Aramis sees me. "Well. even if he wished to draw back to avoid him. the governor!" replied the musketeer." "But you are quite of opinion. d'Artagnan?" he said." "Aramis arrested? Impossible!" "I do not say he is arrested. that Heaven will avenge me. is it not?" "What is to be done?" "I will tell you. but d'Artagnan had only to utter a single word to procure admittance.who?" "Aramis. he knows Baisemeaux. it would be impossible. Chapter XXIV: Three Guests Astonished to Find Themselves at Supper Together THE carriage arrived at the outer gate of the Bastille. yes. "My faith! we have arrived just in time. I will not recommend you to tell a . A soldier on guard stopped it. in fact." "He?. "what is it?" "Look yonder." At that very moment a second sentinel stopped d'Artagnan." "Unfortunately. a carriage. I will wager anything it is he. suddenly cried out. make haste!" "Well." said the captain. getting out of the carriage at the door of the governor's house. very likely conveying a prisoner like myself. "do you see him?" "Yes. whose lynx eye saw everything." "What do you say of him?" "I cannot very well tell. Athos took the musketeer by the hand. to spare Aramis the annoyance you were speaking of." "Well. there is no remedy for it." "What for?" "In order to see what we can see." "That would be too droll. a man in a gray suit. as I have just now told you. d'Artagnan?" "And I know some persons on earth who will lend a helping hand." "Athos. then." "Athos. slyly. Athos could see at a hundred paces from him the man whom his friend had pointed out to him. or. quietly. and while the formalities were gone through." "Very well reasoned. no! certainly not.

I am wrong.in fact. be sure that at this present time. in a low voice to his friend. "Yes. "by what chance-" "We were just going to ask you. I beg a thousand pardons." Baisemeaux hurried towards him." said d'Artagnan." Athos smiled.that is to say. whose odor impregnated the whole apartment. "I have the poorest head in the kingdom. with an affectation of hilarity.falsehood. and awaited the announcement of a good meal." "Oh.. whether invited or not. and finally stammered." "Ah!" exclaimed Aramis.I have not the slightest. "Ah. and they both passed on. Aramis did not pretend at all. In a few minutes they were in the governor's dining-room." retorted d'Artagnan. d'Herblay's kindness to you." Baisemeaux interrupted the musketeer in the midst of his revelations." "Well.. d'Herblay. They ascended the staircase. what is it?" "Well. as if he were offended. I see.d'Artagnan had announced that he had brought a prisoner of State. de Tremblay. looking the unhappy governor full in the face. "Ah! ah!" said d'Artagnan. you are master here. and the first face which attracted d'Artagnan's observation was that of Aramis. then?" said d'Artagnan. he started when he saw his two friends. as at any other." "Well. If d'Artagnan pretended surprise. d'Artagnan. M. your friend. looked at Aramis.but. de Baisemeaux. on the contrary. Athos and d'Artagnan. "It is understood. Take me from my pigeons and their pigeon-house. At the third gate. "and this ." he said." "It was when you came to the palace to see me. hesitating. "it is true the walls smell deucedly like a prison. The carriage stopped where the one we have just now pointed out had stopped. with the nature and habits of a Gascon." "At all events. it is so easy to do that. there!" said Aramis. and Baisemeaux. amazed. "I think I remember. "Are we going to give ourselves up as prisoners?" cried Aramis. yes. and his emotion was very apparent. you remember it now. de Baisemeaux. I will lie for both of us. made their salutations.I am delighted. You do not recall it?" Baisemeaux turned pale and then red. M. who looked at him. "Certainly. There will be no occasion for surprise at the facility with which they had entered the Bastille. my dear captain." "I?" cried Baisemeaux. "To M. you're quite right. it seems to me that I am still there. de Louviere and M.he merely said to the sentinel.Ah! I have such a wretched memory. But now. Baisemeaux". completely stupefied by the presence of those three guests. and I am no better than the rawest recruit. namely. my dear M. the most difficult of all." said d'Artagnan." he said. "Wrong. how?" "Wrong to remember.. "Ah! one would say you had fallen from the clouds. Athos consented by a gesture. "Yes. when he had once fairly entered the prison. who was seated side by side with Baisemeaux. "Do not stand on ceremony. it seems. boldly. yes. if it be remembered that before passing the first gate.upon my honor. turning towards Aramis. you know you invited me to sup with you the other day." "And about M. however.you and M. began to perform a few evolutions around them. at the door of the governor's house. for that would be impossible for you to do. once for all." replied the governor. yes! perfectly. "and yet you just now said you had no memory. you told me some story or other about your accounts with M.

for Heaven's sake!" and a renewed pressure of the hand impressed upon the count the necessity of being discreet and impenetrable. bowing to Athos. de Baisemeaux was not quite equal to the three friends in point of intelligence. but when there was need of silence he would die rather than utter a syllable. "No. I wished to judge for myself what your ordinary style of living was like.. "I leave you in my place. le Comte de la Fere. exquisite dishes. If necessity had required it. while I. that would be really disobliging me.M. though?" said Athos. "And so you are going away?" said Aramis and Baisemeaux together. Large joints. with an expression of doubt. appeared successively upon the table. I thought it would be sure to turn out so. could not help exhibiting his surprise a little. certainly. Colbert would have no difficulty in saving two thirds. I will return in time for dessert. no.which was noticed by Aramis only. "What! are you going to leave us?" resumed the governor. he would have been the finest orator in the world. compared to myself!" D'Artagnan added.gentleman too." he said." Athos bowed. Aramis. but Athos possessed all the virtues in their highest excellence. and above all. we will wait for you!" said Baisemeaux. and why d'Artagnan did not remain when Athos was there. "a noble and excellent guest". and as I was coming along I met Monsieur the Count. Oh. for M. I wished to call in. Baisemeaux led d'Artagnan to the gate. Aramis allowed nothing to pass by him." "Oh. handed me an order which required immediate attention." "You will be sure to return. what happy beings you are. be cheerful and lively as possible. The style of conversation was such as it necessarily would be between three men so opposite in temper and ideas. the greatest variety of wines. and of which expense M. I suppose. Athos. the tone of which was immediately noticed by d'Artagnan." "And he will sup with you two. astonished also. after the soup and three hors d'oeuvres. which was covered with the most substantial display of gastronomic luxury. "The count." "Monsieur the Count is welcome. of whom you spoke so highly in the King's presence that very evening when-" "Certainly. don't allude to business affairs. without any one in the Bastille being the worse for it. Athos. unfortunate dog that I am." he said. which was served at the King's expense. ate nothing more. but merely touched everything he took. "Most certainly." replied d'Artagnan. Ten minutes after d'Artagnan's departure. Athos sounded all . who. Baisemeaux was the only one who ate and drank resolutely. the three gentlemen sat down to table. "I shall be away only about an hour or an hour and a half. "Wait for me. and he added in a low voice." he added. who had just left his Majesty. sat down by Athos. sighing as loud as Porthos might have done. Aramis was incessantly asking himself by what extraordinary chance Athos was at Baisemeaux's when d'Artagnan was no longer there. preserves. pressing his friend's hand confidentially. "Well. "This is the occasion of my coming: Having nothing to do this evening at the Palais-Royal. with the same expression of delighted surprise. and he touched Athos gently on the shoulder. with many friendly protestations of delight. We were close by here. is it not?" "Precisely. must run off on a matter of duty. determined to make him speak. even if it were for no other object than that of shaking hands with you and of presenting the count to you.

cried out to the coachman. In point of fact. "what did she decide to do? Shall I. But we shall not pause to examine into the thoughts and feelings of these personages. see her presently before supper? Will she come to me. surrounded by the remains of poultry. when the latter had finished his report. But you know that De Bragelonne belongs to that proud race who play the part of Roman heroes. "But. but whatever his eloquence might have been. in fact. you will not only have to take the first step in advance. as his master himself would have been. still more agitated than he. Sire. It is there that we now find him. abandoned herself in utter despair to a sorrow which would have been far from flattering for the King. "As for Mademoiselle de la Valliere." De Saint-Aignan continued. too. at the very first word which the favorite mentioned of the discovery of the famous secret. he did not succeed in persuading the young girl that she had in the King a protector powerful enough for her under any combination of circumstances. And then he too began to think of his own personal affair. who lived in the midst of subterfuge. in the presence of the King. at least. and for leaving behind him a prisoner so badly introduced and so badly looked after by the prison authorities. "Oh. and to lose himself in conjectures as to d'Artagnan's reason for having left the Bastille so abruptly. and that. with all her heart. in austere retirement. and fish. but on the contrary. for it is you alone whom Mademoiselle de la Valliere loves. mutilated by the generous knife of Baisemeaux. if he had been a witness of it from a corner of the room. when they find they have to break those vows.the depths of the mind of Aramis. and that she had no need of any one else in the world when the King was on her side. he knew how true the illustration was. and . from a mere smile Louis passed to the greatest seriousness of manner. evasion. that if your Majesty wishes to see her. This engaged young couple coldly exchanged their little vows in the presence of the moon and the stars. He reflected that. He already began to experience that remorse which the count had promised d'Artagnan he would inflict upon him. and felt convinced that he was engaged upon some important project. and now. who. "she was brought up under the care of the Dowager Madame. as we have already seen in one of the preceding chapters. Sire." De Saint-Aignan thought he should have made the King laugh. De Saint-Aignan. but will have to go the whole way. he studied his man well and thoroughly. and intrigue." said the King to the courtier. game." "Nothing for me! Does that Bragelonne still possess her heart?" muttered the King between his teeth." The King smiled feebly. it plays the very deuce with them. getting into the carriage which had brought him. felt greatly offended at it. that is not possible. Louise. in his character of ambassador. that is to say. these young persons had loved and sworn fidelity to each other. we will leave them to themselves. in a state of great agitation. in a passion of tears. "To the King! and burn the pavement!" Chapter XXV: What Took Place at the Louvre During the Supper at the Bastille M. We are going to follow d'Artagnan instead. for Athos had just left him. and returned to announce to the King what he had seen and heard. DE SAINT-AIGNAN had executed the commission with which the King had intrusted him for La Valliere. or shall I be obliged to go to her room?" "I believe. that one of the two had kept his word.

obliged him not to pause there. The King turned hastily round. The courtier bowed and quitted the room. he therefore endeavored to prove it on the present occasion. Louis XIII. and they were especially so to De Saint-Aignan. After a few moments' pause. De Saint-Aignan was just beginning to feel that his position was becoming awkward. le Comte de la Fere has not continued to play his obstinate and rebellious part?" "In the first place. knew better than any one else his vocation as a monarch. "M. he tried a last resource. These looks would have been clear to any one. as he himself used to say. and with remorse. His first idea was that a letter from Louise had arrived. brought up by Mazarin and Anne of Austria. he threw himself into the huge arm-chair in which his august father. what do you term rebellious?" quietly asked the musketeer.that the other was too conscientious not to feel her perjury most bitterly. Sire. had passed so many weary days and years in company with Baradas and Cinq-Mars. "I presume.an almost infallible means. d'Artagnan!" he said." The King raised his head haughtily. When Mademoiselle de la Valliere shall have sufficiently regretted what she now regrets. Sire. "Ah! well. "it is done!" The King was unable to say another word. Whenever a sovereign has adopted a decisive course." "Surely he did not allow himself to be arrested without saying something?" "He said he expected to be arrested." replied the King. "What do you say. is it possible you can so misunderstand that devoted heart?" The King rose. "No. in a grave voice. Captain? Are you mad?" . but who even opposes those who do not wish to take him there?" "Who do not wish to take him there!" exclaimed the King. he said in an indifferent tone. A good means for effecting that. no. "we will both of us pass our time in dreaming. "that M." he said. after a moment's pause. he saw only his captain of Musketeers standing upright and silent in the doorway. that he was quite right in so adopting it. flushed with vexation. He did not say another word. however. and particularly to himself. indeed. which he had employed in making silently to himself the same reflections which we have just expressed aloud. "What does your Majesty intend to do this evening? Shall Mademoiselle de la Valliere be informed of your intention to see her?" "It seems she is already aware of that. Louis. "What did the count say?" "Nothing at all. Louis's eyes took the same direction as those of his captain. perhaps.is to try to prove his victim to be in the wrong." replied the captain of the Musketeers. jealousy sharply pricked the King's heart." he continued. leaving the King and d'Artagnan alone. to give us some news of herself." "Ah. even though it be unjust. when the curtain before the door was raised. Sire. Monsieur?" D'Artagnan looked at De Saint-Aignan. Sire. in the eyes of the King. he was a prey to jealousy in its turn. and pronounced Louise's name. De Saint-Aignan perceived that the King was not to be amused at that moment. which made the King look up immediately. he is compelled to prove to all witnesses. Pride. and instead of going to pay a visit to his mother or the Queen or Madame. who not only allows himself to be shut up in the Bastille. but instead of a letter of love. Saint-Aignan. "Is that man a rebel. she will deign. Sire. "Is it done?" inquired the King. in order to amuse himself a little and make the ladies laugh. "Yes.

that was really my intention." "Your reason cannot be your friendship for the count. then. but-" "But what?" exclaimed the King. it is I. le Comte de la Fere might be able to reach Havre.the only one that can be of any avail. you had the intention of not arresting the man who had insulted me!" "Yes. Sire. M. that if I did not arrest him. and I have come . whether by myself or by the captain of the Guards. and from that place make his escape to England. Sire. d'Artagnan." "And who are they?" "Those whom your Majesty intrusted with that duty. d'Artagnan. your captain of the Guards should do so." "And since there is no longer any Fronde." "Well. "I have always a reason.a devotion which argues and reasons! You are no soldier. Sire. in order that M." "And what was your object in getting this horse ready?" "Why." "What do you mean by 'on the contrary'?" "I have come to get myself arrested too.." "That is not your fault. M. Sire. Sire. Sire. Monsieur!" "I wait for your Majesty to tell me what I am. for my friend would be arrested all the same.for I placed you entirely at your ease in that respect. I even proposed to the count to mount a horse that I had had prepared for him at the Barriere de la Conference. Sire. apparently. le Comte de la Fere?" "Yes." There was nothing to say in answer to statements made in such a tone." "Me. the King was astounded at such an obstinate and open resistance on the part of d'Artagnan. de la Fere?" "Yes. so you set your King at defiance!" "Sire-" "M. and since he is there. Sire. Sire. Monsieur?" cried the King. impatiently. at all events. Sire?" "Did I not give you the choice to arrest or not to arrest M. "At least you had a reason.. Sire. M. it would seem. I warn you that you are abusing my patience. My friend will be lonely down there." "On the contrary. Sire. proudly. "Exactly so." "But it is you whom I intrusted with it." "Ah... in that case-" "But if what you say is true-" "What I say is always true.." "You speak of persons who did not wish to arrest M." "And this is your devotion.you are a Frondeur. but not to my friend. "Yes. he is there. Monsieur?" "I have come to say to your Majesty: Sire. at all events. d'Artagnan. the only one that could possibly excuse you. for acting as you did?" said the King. de la Fere is in the Bastille. But."I believe not." "What have you come to say to me. kindling with a wild pride." "You betrayed me then. Sire." "To get yourself arrested. despite my orders. it is important that your Majesty should know it." "Was I not considerate enough towards you when I did not compel you to obey me?" "To me. Sire. you were. "But you warned me. Monsieur." exclaimed the King." "And you say that.you!" "Of course." "That is true.

I have forgotten that I am King. "Oh. "And I should tell my captain of the Musketeers. Delay notand send me to the Bastille with my friend. I shall say: 'Sire. we who have done our duty. that this is forever!" cried the King. Sire.you or myself?" "You. d'Artagnan's rebellious conduct. Monsieur. Sire. 'M. you know whether I care about my resignation or not. I will say more. not so. intrigue.we who are the only surviving illustrations. Sire. a man full of delicacy. I will arrest myself.' I shall be harder than he was. Your Majesty got into a passion with me: that is a misfortune." continued d'Artagnan." "Very well. I shall not need the captain of the Guards for that. "Leave the room. if it please your Majesty!" "How. Sire! We will leave you. of virtue." returned the musketeer.. I came to speak temperately to your Majesty. imprisoned him." The King darted towards the table and seized a pen to write the order for d'Artagnan's imprisonment. I tendered my resignation to your Majesty. you sacrificed his son. Sire. "Sire. he addressed you in the name of honor." "What do you mean by 'unfortunately'?" "Yes. the only models of the valor of former times. I assure you. and have exceeded." "Your resignation. soldiers or slaves. cowardice.. in courage and in merit the men already great for posterity. but I shall not the less on that account say what I had to say to you. pursued. that is to say.you repulsed. of religion. "I can quite believe that.'" "Monsieur!" cried the King. perhaps. shrugging his shoulders. Sire! I shall go much further than he did. "Pay attention. great men or puppets? Do you wish men to serve you or to crouch before you? Do you wish men to love you or to fear you? If you prefer baseness. in a tone of stern menace. for if it were I-" "If it were you. not so?" "Sire. Monsieur.why should you change your intention?" "D'Artagnan! Gascon that you are! who is the King. "and it will be your own fault. I suppose?" "Certainly. d'Artagnan. allow me to ask. If your Majesty will but give the word. choose! Do you wish to have friends or lackeys. "for when you have once done such an act as that. for there is no question of my resignation at the present moment."I should tell him." "Really?" said the King. nay.. "do you think you can excuse your friend by exceeding him in insolence?" "Oh. guard it with a jealous eye. Your Majesty took up your pen just now to send me to the Bastille. you sacrificed him." said d'Artagnan..oh! say it." The King dashed down his pen violently. to the most sweet and noble voice of honor. Sire. Monsieur!" he said.. of courtiers you will always have enough. if you do not know how to . did not tell you.your resignation!" cried the King. looking at him all the while with human eyes and not with eyes like coals of fire. Choose. then. on the day when you refused King Charles the million which my friend the Comte de la Fere gave him.to propose to your Majesty to permit me to bear him company. you would approve of M. unfortunately. for if you have not known how to listen to the Comte de la Fere. do it at once!" "No. and he defended his son. I have descended from my throne to insult a gentleman. since at Blois. for I shall say to you: 'Sire.. and without delay! Whatever remains to you of the grand nobility. I shall tell you what he. you will never be able to look me in the face again.

as d'Artagnan had called it.' That is what I had to say to you. D'Artagnan. and my patience. to the most candid and rough voice of sincerity. and may even condemn him to death. took a pen. "A king. and offered the paper to d'Artagnan. Had a thunderbolt fallen at his feet. he then folded the order. returned to the table. they had generalized on every possible subject. "An order for M. Sire. bad kings are hated. of the intended fete that M. he drew his sword.listen to d'Artagnan. They had supped. Baisemeaux hastened to . placed it in his belt. Athos and Aramis had played a close game. d'Artagnan too.you are a bad king. cold and livid. with a furious gesture. with a movement still more rapid than that of d'Artagnan. when the spurs of the captain resounded in the corridor. and he himself appeared at the threshold. Notwithstanding his mastery over himself. and as if he were at the point of death. and to-morrow will be a poor king. neither had been able to gain the slightest advantage over the other. Sire?" inquired the captain." The King threw himself back in his chair. Neither the King nor the captain spoke a word. poor kings are driven away.he may exile him. "My blood be upon your head!" and with a rapid gesture he placed the hilt upon the floor and directed the point of the blade towards his breast. Comprehending the King's anger. I choose my own. That rough voice of sincerity. give thanks for it to God. wrote a few lines. Then Louis. to the very end. D'Artagnan had said all that he had to say. director of kings! murmured Louis. still pale and disturbed by his interview with the King. as in the leaves of a book? No. when alone. he appeared as if his respiration had ceased.. but were he a hundred times a king." Chaper XXVI: Political Rivals D'ARTAGNAN had promised M. and returned it silently to the scabbard. and still trembling. d'Artagnan to set the Comte de la Fere at liberty immediately. "What is this paper. thrust aside the sword. threw his right arm round the musketeer's neck. "Oh. he cried. in his turn. without aiding him. Sire. but I am still a child. talked a good deal about the Bastille. had pierced through his heart like a sword-blade. overcome. and approaching Louis XIV respectfully." D'Artagnan seized the King's hand and kissed it. he could not have been more astonished. he has no right to insult him by casting dishonor on his sword! Sire. had alluded to private matters. it has henceforth no other sheath than either your heart or my own. D'Artagnan arrived in the very midst of the conversation. I am not a bad king. "when shall I learn to read in your recesses. and no one. suffered the King to do all. you are wrong to have driven me to it. however. The King. that is to say. upright. signed them. which fell on the ground and rolled to d'Artagnan's feet. human heart. placed it on the table. became pale and trembled with indignation. But the King. a king of France has never repulsed with contempt the sword of a man such as I am! Stained with disgrace as this sword now is. and he kept his word. They had just reached the finer and more delicate class of wines and liqueurs with which the governor's cellar had the reputation of being most admirably stocked. excepting Baisemeaux. de Baisemeaux to return in time for dessert. and with his left hand seized hold of the blade by the middle." Then snatching up his sword. of the last journey to Fontainebleau. and quitted the room." he said.. pale. Now. nor am I a poor king. Fouquet was about to give at Vaux. "may disgrace a soldier.

usually so impassive."so that. looking at Athos over the paper. the more prisoners he had. d'Artagnan". displaying the second order of the King. transcribed it upon the prison registry. rose from the table. and made a sign to d'Artagnan. Aramis. signified. Some prank of Raoul or La Valliere. "that you. and set it down empty. That worthy man took pride in his fortress. "The truth is. too. d'Artagnan's return. To be near the King entitled any one to all privileges. soft voice. dear Athos.. "A prisoner." said Baisemeaux. Aramis assumed an expression which he thought the situation required. "I have just asked the King something which he has refused me.give him a chair. de Baisemeaux." Baisemeaux held out his hand with his accustomed eagerness. is it not?" "Alas!" said Baisemeaux. de Baisemeaux. Athos felt that he was called upon to give an explanation of what was passing. who unfolded it. and replied by another sign. and pausing from time to time: "'Order to detain in my chateau of the Bastille M. the prouder he felt. and told him what you thought of his conduct?" "Yes.. Monsieur! this is indeed a very melancholy honor for me. and the higher the prisoners were in rank. my dear governor. he had not been able to guess the cause of it. Monsieur. as for Baisemeaux. and said: "Well. To him." continued Aramis. you have guessed right. "it is a labor that you have spared me. "And. . trembling at having supped so familiarly with a man who had fallen into disgrace with the King. you will have the goodness to transcribe also this order for setting the count immediately at liberty. have been supping with a State criminal. d'Artagnan accepted a glass of wine. while Baisemeaux. forgive me. still holding the order in his hand. he saw nothing more than the captain of the King's Musketeers. and which assuredly can be nothing else than the order for my incarceration." Baisemeaux uttered an exclamation of surprise and almost of delight. Monsieur the Count-" "So that. and looked inquiringly at each other. and particularly the manner in which he." said Aramis." Thoroughly convinced that his conjecture was correct. as he did so. Aramis and Baisemeaux watched this silent dialogue. and presented one of them to the governor. and he pressed the musketeer's hand in a significant manner. "you. seemed overcome. my dear governor. D'Artagnan immediately understood him." "You will have a patient prisoner. who will not remain a month with you. But although Aramis had remarked that emotion. D'Artagnan drew two papers from his belt. "for now. and then read. or rather not even a night. in the eyes of M. and you.' Oh. in his calm. Profit aside. le Comte de la Fere. a high and powerful nobleman as you are." said d'Artagnan. "Not a day. Athos alone believed that he had detected it. with a smile. to whom he endeavored to show every attention. Athos and Aramis both remarked his emotion. forgetful that there are now only courtiers.you have been to the King. "my friend d'Artagnan will communicate to you the contents of the paper which I perceive just peeping out of his belt." said Athos. dear M. M. Athos smiled." "So that. but I almost suspected what has happened. in a low tone of voice." said the Comte de la Fere. the happier he was." said Athos. and that of Athos at the same time. my friends. de Baisemeaux." "Ah!" said Aramis. as if to remind him that they had something else to do than to sup together. with your prisoner.

" said the governor. "unless. The King did not explain himself upon that subject.I mean at fifty livres. you have only to speak. and saw that he was not speaking the truth. no. I think so. "you do not know what you are losing. my dear M." said Athos." said Baisemeaux. then. "Let us go. de Baisemeaux. "to prefer my mediocrity"." said Athos. and having embraced Aramis." said the musketeer.'" "And you. I know." said Athos. M. My dear M. "I am now free. Baisemeaux. I hope so. dear Aramis. "No. And so. "Oh. If any particular place of residence is more agreeable to you than another. unless indeed he wishes particularly to thank the King-" "No." replied d'Artagnan. "the King does everything I wish him to do. "Well. Athos took the order and read it. and you would have supped every evening as you have supped to-night. If Heaven be the overruling physician of the evils of the mind." he said." resumed d'Artagnan. "And does the King exile Athos?" inquired Aramis. like the princes. laughing." "Let us go. and then. my friend." "In that case. d'Artagnan?" "I? Not at all."What!" said the latter. We can stop there. turning over and over the two papers in question. d'Artagnan has a third order to give me. While the denouement of the scene of the Palais-Royal was taking ." said the musketeer." said Athos. not precisely. my dear Athos. smiling. and having received their wishes for an agreeable journey from them both. "nothing can be more agreeable to me. I should have placed you at thirty livres. "after which I will tell you what I told the King: 'I am on duty. "Are you sorry for it?" asked d'Artagnan. my dear friend!" returned d'Artagnan. smiling. I suppose?" "Yes." replied d'Artagnan. to tell me what you want. "that the count cannot do better than to retire to his own chateau." replied Athos. he said. "but I think the count could not do better. "the second is quite enough. have you not. and particularly for the specimen you have given me of the Bastille fare". and take my leave of you. like the generals.." "No. Tell me. and I cannot leave without very serious interests suffering by my absence. no. turning again towards Baisemeaux.what am I saying?. Monsieur." continued Athos. Monsieur the Count. "the King sets me at liberty!" "Read. "but I have an appointment in Paris this evening. "I must say adieu. in astonishment. I think. my dear friend. Monsieur. my dear friend. I have to thank you exceedingly for your good will. "will you accompany me? La Fere is on the road to Vannes." "Ah! Monsieur the Count. thank you. however. "It is quite true. turning to d'Artagnan. and the greatest evil or misfortune that any one can wish kings is that they should commit an act of injustice. But you have had a difficult and painful task. and shaken hands with M." said Aramis. "Shall I have the happiness of having you as my companion?" "To the city gate only. indeed. But Baisemeaux had eyes for nothing but d'Artagnan. so great was his admiration for a man who could make the King do all he wished.at least." said d'Artagnan." "Allow me. de Baisemeaux." "Thank you." Aramis looked fixedly at d'Artagnan. Athos set off with d'Artagnan." "No. than to return to the solitude beneath my noble trees on the banks of the Loire. I can obtain it for you. Nature is a sovereign remedy. on the contrary! I wish the King no harm. addressing Athos. However.

whose ears are battered every day by the scandal of the barracks and the bedchamber. in his own mind. as we have seen. and he had known them both for a sufficiently long period to read and understand. especially so to an analyst as skilful as Grimaud. had accompanied his master to Paris. he had at the same time restlessness and anxiety. seeking as it were for some traces of him. and this is what it contained: "MY DEAR FRIEND: Raoul has been to ask me for some particulars about the conduct of Mademoiselle de la Valliere during our young friend's residence in London. then his interview with the King. Only. he had narrowly examined both their countenances. d'Artagnan's letter. In the first place Grimaud resorted to grand measures: he searched in his master's coat for M. and. biting his mustache. or rather the punishment. then he remembered the strange manner in which Athos had taken leave of him. but I am in the King's service. and almost as much as Raoul. very plain. through the mask of their impassiveness. while Raoul himself went away sorrowfully. everything that had taken place. he wandered about the apartment. Grimaud began to imagine what could have happened. let us relate what was going on at the lodgings of Athos and of Bragelonne. of good and affectionate hearts. he had seen his master get into the carriage. If I had told Raoul all I believe I know. rendered poor Grimaud very melancholy and particularly very apprehensive.place at the Bastille. Now. upon which Athos had asked for his orders and his court dress. accompanied by the Comte de la Fere.imperceptible to any one but himself. Without being able to account to himself for what he did after his master's departure. Never does the pigeon who travels inspire anything but terror to the pigeon who remains at home. as we have said. He had seen d'Artagnan gnaw the corners of his mustache. the letter which had seemed to distress Athos so much. then Raoul's coming to Athos. All this composed a drama in five acts. then the explanation between the father and the son. or even for a day: a long absence was signified by the manner in which he pronounced the word "Adieu. the embarrassment. at the end of which Athos had returned home so gloomy. the poor fellow would have died from it. never does a good heart represent its absent friend to itself as being happy or cheerful. the matter concerns you more than myself. like a faithful dog. Grimaud soon passed from anxiety to terror. combined. He knew that Athos had taken nothing with him but the clothes he had on him at the time. and yet he thought he saw that Athos had not left for an hour merely. he carefully went over.. In fact. and his leaving again in the carriage. but at least is restless." . he found the letter still there. with all his feelings of deep affection for Athos. Not having found any indication which could serve as a guide. with that horror of emptiness and solitude which invariably besets the minds of those who love. as to the instinct of the animal Grimaud joined the reason of a man.of his master. Grimaud. he began to reflect. I am a poor captain of Musketeers. and finally. the imagination is the resource. that serious events were taking place. who is not exactly uneasy about his absent master. at the termination of which Athos had embraced Raoul with such sadness of expression. set off at once. If your heart tells you to do it. d'Artagnan's arrival. and all these. he was present when Athos went out.that man of clear ideas and straightforward will. and having neither seen nor discovered anything which could satisfy his doubts. and cannot speak of the King's affairs.d'Artagnan's letter to Athos." All these circumstances recurred to his mind. As soon as Athos had gone.

"M. returned without his sword. his father exposed to the royal obstinacy. He did not waste any more time in useless conjecture. if not his affection." This discovery made the perspiration break out all over poor Grimaud's face. "that is the key of the whole enigma. The young girl has been playing her pranks. d'Artagnan?" "Went out with him. but a finger-and-thumbful of hair out of his head." "Or his sword?" "No. and then the King sent M. then. What people say about her and the King is true. had mastered his grief." "And M. who having set off from the opposite direction was running with equal eagerness in search of the truth. Monsieur?" "Yes. after Louise had left him." "Where did they go?" "I have no idea at all. but clapped his hat on his head and started for Raoul's lodgings. he would have torn out more if his hair had been more abundant. Raoul. Grimaud. when sympathy gave him insight. they were both at the same point of the parabola described by their imagination. As d'Artagnan was on duty. Monsieur the Count has been to see the King. where is he?" "I am trying to find out. Raoul shuddered at his selfishness in having forgotten his father for his love. and compelled to look forward on that perilous road on which madness and rebellion were hurrying him.. he certainly had not come to pay Athos a visit merely for the pleasure of seeing him.Grimaud tore. my God!" continued Grimaud. I now remember." "When?" "Ten minutes after you had left. and has given him a piece of his mind. "Yes. The two men embraced each other warmly. since Athos had immediately exposed himself to that obstinacy. and the unexpected visit of d'Artagnan." "Did my father take any money with him?" "No. "Grimaud!" exclaimed Raoul. Raoul!" "I have an idea that M. The probable result of the conflict between a sovereign and a subject revealed itself to his terrified vision. Raoul!" cried Grimaud. that is. in a crisis so serious." "In what way did they go out?" "In a carriage. he buckled on his sword and ran towards his father's lodgings. he ought to know it. This something. Ah. "Is the count well?" "Have you seen him?" "No. the unhappy young man recalled the mysterious signs which Athos had made. was either a misfortune or a danger. d'Artagnan to arrange the affair. he had seen. The idea nearly drove him wild. fixed to his post. On his way thither he encountered Grimaud. from the very first glance. In this moment. do you not think. d'Artagnan came to-" "Arrest Monsieur the Count. "Monsieur the Count." "Grimaud!" "M." he said. He must have come to say something to him." . Our young master has been deceived. not a handful.in having occupied himself with dreams or the fascinations of despair at a time when it was perhaps necessary to repel an imminent attack directed against Athos.

and we will go at once. embracing Porthos. and began to stretch his legs and arms. I will run and saddle the horses. my dear friend! I am most wretched. Let us go to." "Raoul!" cried Porthos. When Porthos saw the two cavaliers riding at such a pace along the road. both of them riding at full speed. that is in the direction of the Bastille. "Pray forgive me.so that he at least might have the diversion of enjoying from time to time a glass of wine and a mouthful of something to eat. my friend!" "You have killed him?" "Whom?" "De Saint-Aignan. as Raoul had forgotten to communicate with his second. he would have found no one here. He had just finished when Raoul arrived escorted by Grimaud. and as De Saint-Aignan did not come. my friend." "Thank goodness. you see. But." "No. he will do the same everywhere." "Why so?" "I have forgotten M. if he has kept it from me at my father's. good Heavens! why." Porthos gave a start that would have thrown down a wall." "Quick. saying. If I had gone away. then?" "The matter is that M. But instead of De Saint-Aignan. and he rose from the grass upon which he had been indolently reclining. he saw only Raoul." "To the Bastille. "Do. "Arrested!" he cried out." "Alas! we are far from De Saint-Aignan. du Vallon-" "M. overwhelmed. I am mad!" "Where is he." "Ah. "See what it is to have good habits! The fellow has come.Oh." said Grimaud. I have lost my head. d'Artagnan's first. quick! let us run." "Yes. we may perhaps learn something there. "I? What for?" "For having forgotten you. I must be mad to-day. he did not for a moment doubt but that they were the men he was expecting. "You have been angry with me?" said Raoul. after all. my God! yes. Porthos?" "Who is waiting for and expecting me still! Alas! I have told you correctly." "What road did they take?" "The way leading towards the quays." He then threw himself into a martial attitude. and would have taken an advantage from that. who with the most despairing gestures accosted him by crying out. "by whom?" . Porthos had desired one of the gate-keepers to fetch him a few bottles of good wine and a good joint of meat. then?" "Ah. then?" "At the Minimes of Vincennes. let us run. "We will go to M. Grimaud. and drew himself up to the full height of his gigantic stature.. had determined to wait for M."I could have sworn it. do!" Chapter XXVII: In Which Porthos Is Convinced Without Having Understood Anything THE worthy Porthos. and as he found that waiting so long was very wearisome." "What is the matter. surprised. bah!" "If you only knew." "But whither?" said Raoul. de Saint-Aignan until sunset. faithful to all the laws of ancient chivalry. le Comte de la Fere has been arrested.

"in which case everything is lost. Let us go to his house. which again closed. "that is the best thing we can do. Accordingly they hastened towards the fortress. while one of the sentries struck the nose of Raoul's horse with his musket. as we have seen. "Yes. and were still stronger than the most robust among the young. He instructed Grimaud to lead the horses to the little Rue Jean-Beausire." said Raoul." Raoul sighed deeply. so as to give rise to less suspicion. who had terrified death itself." "It is impossible." returned Porthos. "you have just given me an idea. only. but to the purpose. heroic in its simplicity. d'Artagnan. and who survived the wrecks of an age. after having taken my father to the Bastille. "are you faint?" "No. returning from his visit to the King." replied Porthos. for any hypothesis was admissible. "I? Nothing. Raoul turned about. In vain Raoul urged on his horse to overtake the carriage and see whom it contained. don't you think so." Raoul was struck with admiration at the sight of that confidence. A dazzling of the eyes prevented ." "He ought by this time to have returned home. "What does that matter to me?" This dumb language seemed so eloquent of meaning to Raoul that he did not ask another question. I will not have Athos remain at the Bastille. "What do you intend to do?" inquired Raoul."By d'Artagnan. "I don't know about that." "First inquire at the Bastille. This was at the moment when d'Artagnan was. The horses had already gained the other side of the great gate." said he to Porthos. "And where have they taken him?" "Probably to the Bastille. who was in the habit of speaking little." said Grimaud." replied Raoul. advancing nearer to Porthos. if d'Artagnan were only here. "It is nevertheless true. Can we three pretend to go and take the Bastille?" "Well. did the same." said Raoul. powerless. "Let us arrange our plan of action. oh!" muttered Porthos. and others who saw it enter the Bastille. Porthos turned towards Grimaud." said Grimaud. for twenty minutes had not elapsed before the gate reopened and the carriage reappeared. d'Artagnan also be a prisoner. and then paused suddenly. "What is the matter?" asked Porthos." Raoul returned no answer. only too happy to find that he had ascertained something respecting the carriage which had contained his father. my friend?" "Unless. He mounted his horse again." "Do you know. we absolutely must see M. it is certain that he will leave." "Oh." said Porthos. when one of those chances which Heaven bestows on men of strong will caused Grimaud suddenly to perceive the carriage which was entering by the great gate of the drawbridge. It was a fortunate plan. "that the arrest was made by order of the King?" Porthos looked at the young man as if to say. as if he needed a second confirmation of the intelligence. assisted by Grimaud. and he moved forward two steps. and himself with his piercing gaze watched for the exit either of d'Artagnan or the carriage. indeed." replied Porthos. "If we wait a little. and Porthos." "Undoubtedly. "Monsieur. "We have him." "What makes you think that?" "As we came along we questioned some persons who saw the carriage pass. Grimaud nodded his head. These were the celebrated men who by three or four attacked armies and assaulted castles.

and had communicated to the count the result of his observation. On his part d'Artagnan had clearly recognized Porthos. already recompensed by a smile from his master. Rage and impatience were gaining mastery over Raoul. "Where we had been to take supper with our good friend M. Porthos seized the coachman and dragged him from his seat. They were desirous only of seeing whether Raoul and Porthos would push the affair to the uttermost. Porthos darted a second glance at Raoul. best of friends!" cried Athos. "Monsieur the Count! Monsieur the Count!" "Ah! is it you. He had just noticed the mystery preserved by Athos's companion. in the hope of understanding their idea. "We are going home to Blois." "And there we saw Aramis. Porthos kept looking at Raoul and Grimaud by turns. and Raoul also. "Not bad.at once?" . "they will conduct him home." "Ah!" said Porthos." returned Raoul. D'Artagnan." "True. "My brave Porthos." "While. "The carriage does not take that way. "Bravo. intoxicated with joy. who had captured them." "We shall soon see that by the road he takes. slightly confused. Raoul replied only by spurring the flanks of his steed. and they both embraced the young man and Porthos. with a tone of suspicion and reproach." rejoined Athos. quite worthy of the first. indeed!" added d'Artagnan." said Grimaud. Grimaud already had hold of the carriage door. Raoul?" said Athos. "It is clear. Grimaud averred that he had seen two persons. Porthos complied. "I was. exclaiming. and indeed the horses were just disappearing down the Faubourg St. "If he is set at liberty. You recollect Baisemeaux. in fact. threw himself on the leader. presenting his pistol. heard the trot of the horses at the moment when Raoul was telling Porthos to pass the chariot so as to see who was the person accompanying Athos." "How is that. "He gave us a thousand messages for you.Raoul from distinguishing what figures occupied the interior." "Rebellion. Porthos!" "Confound it!" answered Porthos. "we will attack the carriage on the road. but could not see anything. with a burst of laughter." "But we followed you from the Bastille." rejoined Porthos. Antoine." cried Raoul." said Porthos. Raoul threw open his arms. "we thought that you were arrested.." said d'Artagnan. commanding the coachman to stop. either he is set at liberty or they are taking him to another prison. Baisemeaux." murmured Raoul. "that if the count is in the carriage." "Thanks. "Let us hasten. and determined on proceeding to extremities." "And where is Monsieur the Count going?" asked Grimaud. d'Artagnan's carriage. indeed. only taking a drive in M. for the blinds were lowered. In a few moments the three cavaliers had overtaken the carriage. and followed it so closely that their horses' breath moistened the back of it. whose senses were ever on the alert. from under the blinds. and tell Athos to flee. "it is still the same with you. and that one of them was his master." said Grimaud." "In the Bastille?" "At supper. And this they speedily did. "He is still only twenty." answered Porthos. Porthos?" "Very well. Raoul. again breathing freely.

and I return with Porthos. and departed. yes. who he knew wrote but very seldom. Athos descended from the carriage." said the latter. gently passing his arm round Raoul's neck to draw him into the carriage. as soon as you arrive. who was anxious to make the count converse." "With whom?. there will not be a single thing there for you. "when you return to Paris. and then." observed Raoul. and forward the whole to me at home. "Well. what a day we have had!" "Indeed. I say. these words expressed everything.. D'Artagnan engaged to take advantage of his first leave of absence."Yes. de Saint-Aignan. I shall retire early to rest." "And wherefore?" "Why. The captain of the Musketeers keeps a tolerable table." "Ah!" said Porthos. There you will see the handsome De . and mounted the horse which had brought Porthos. and interchanged a thousand pledges of eternal friendship. and again embracing him." "You make me shudder." "How shall we arrange it. "you will return quietly to Paris with your horse and M. you will take my clothes and letters. I am." said Raoul. to complete what I have begun. with a glance firm and cutting as steel. ere I return to Paris." "If nothing detains him longer in Paris. this is what I mean: you draw your sword against the King in fighting with this gentleman. I was only accompanying Athos as far as the barrier." "There is nothing to keep me any longer in Paris." "But. "my dear friend. then?" "We must try and make a good supper." said he. having embraced Raoul for the last time." said d'Artagnan. my friend. "I will write. The last sojourn we have made there has not been of a nature to encourage me to repeat it. "with the King?" "Yes." said he. "Grimaud. What the devil have you begun which is not finished?" "Listen! Raoul has not fought. "You must be quite worn out?" "Not quite. He tore himself away from the musketeer. however." "I think it will be a very long time.with the King?" "How!" exclaimed Porthos. staring. astounded. du Vallon's." continued the count." "I assure you it is with M. if he returns. d'Artagnan?" "Oh! as for me. "Then we will go immediately." answered Porthos. my boy. Raoul." "Very good. right forward. "he will do well to follow you. it is necessary that I should fight. Porthos. Porthos promised to spend a month with Athos at the first opportunity. Raoul was moved even to tears. my son." "Without any luggage?" "Oh! Raoul would have been instructed to forward me mine." Coming from d'Artagnan. D'Artagnan rejoined Porthos in the carriage. "are you sure of it?" "Indeed. Then they embraced. "Come. and said not a word more." replied Athos. and then. clasped one another's hands. you great baby! with the King. Athos." "Look now. and as painful (for it reopened the poor young fellow's wounds). "And M." Raoul hung his head. or to bring it with him on his return. so as to be ready tomorrow." added the count. for Raoul and I will mount here and give up the carriage to these two gentlemen to return to Paris in.which will be very inconvenient. "To you. and which seemed no little pleased at the exchange. you seem to me quite angry.

and then. "you refuse to drink the King's health?" "But. above all. "I have very little society at present. Baisemeaux. de Saint-Aignan. was quite dumfounded at it. well!" said Porthos. horrified. followed by so prompt an order to set him again at liberty. had Baisemeaux failed to observe that the order of arrest and that of liberation were both in the King's hand. All this was very interesting. my dear M. d'Artagnan and the Comte de la Fere had left Aramis in close confabulation with Baisemeaux. without flagging in appearance. on the other hand. But the King would not take the trouble to write such orders except under pressing circumstances." "Visits. no doubt?" "No. "Oh!" he said. not visits." "What! are visits rare. very puzzling to Baisemeaux. no! Your prisoners. "You understand." said he.. Besides. but as. who was never more impenetrable than at dessert. at the very climax of Baisemeaux's dissertation. Baisemeaux did not in the least perceive that the conversation suffered by their absence." "But since I repeat that it is the same thing-" "Ah. Aramis rarely put himself out of the way for anything. Monseigneur. d'Herblay. for Baisemeaux not only had it nearly all to himself. well. and that it was a stimulant quite sufficient to make an honest man talk. when he reckoned on making the governor discourse by the means which the latter regarded as efficacious. the fact is. When once these two guests had departed." Chapter XXVIII: M." said Porthos.the prisoners?" "Oh. de Baisemeaux. de Baisemeaux's "Society" THE reader has not forgotten that. Porthos. He thought that wine after supper. de Baisemeaux for what reason he had now done so. Baisemeaux. and. and that of the Bastille in particular." replied d'Artagnan. The conversation. the latter did not attach to the occurrence the same importance as did the worthy governor." "I!" cried Porthos. however." "Yes. moreover. was excellent. body alive! I am not talking to you about the King at all. kept speaking only of that singular event. Visits are not frequent at the Bastille. "Tell me. overcome.the incarceration of Athos. therefore. and will drink his health. to be sure! And these diversions-" "Are of every kind. my dear M. If I must own it to you. but further. like a vane which suddenly receives an impulsion opposed to that of the wind.'." Baisemeaux looked fixedly at Aramis. my dear M. all this was very clear to Aramis. don't you?" "No. and he had not yet told M. to stay at the Bastille appears for . as if the idea which had flashed across his mind were impossible." "Even on the part of your society?" "What do you mean by my 'society. Nor. By your society I mean. it is all the same. indeed! I know well it is you who visit them. Aramis suddenly interrupted him. on quitting the Bastille. "What!" said d'Artagnan. flagged in reality. then?" "Very rare.Saint-Aignan. and not they you. perfectly understood M." "Oh. But he little knew his Greatness. the society of which you are a member. "have you never had any other diversions at the Bastille than those at which I have assisted during the two or three visits I have had the honor to pay you?" This address was so unexpected that the governor. "Diversions!" said he. I am speaking of M. and so. His Greatness. "but I take them continually. "but no matter. "let us go to supper.

the most part distressing and distasteful to persons of the gay world. As for the ladies, it is never without a dread, which costs me infinite trouble to allay, that they come to my quarters. And, indeed, how should they avoid trembling a little, poor things, when they see those gloomy dungeons, and reflect that they are inhabited by prisoners who-" In proportion as the eyes of Baisemeaux concentrated their gaze on the face of Aramis, the worthy governor's tongue faltered more and more, until finally it stopped altogether. "No, you don't understand me, my dear M. Baisemeaux,- you don't understand me. I do not at all mean to speak of society in general, but of a particular society,- of the society, in a word, to which you are affiliated." Baisemeaux nearly dropped the glass of muscat which he was in the act of raising to his lips. "Affiliated?" cried he, "affiliated?" "Yes, affiliated, undoubtedly," repeated Aramis, with the greatest self-possession. "Are you not a member of a secret society, my dear M. Baisemeaux?" "Secret?" "Secret or mysterious." "Oh, M. d'Herblay!" "See! you don't deny it." "But, believe me-" "I believe what I know." "I swear to you." "Listen to me, my dear M. Baisemeaux! I say 'yes,' you say 'no.' One of us two necessarily says what is true; and the other, it inevitably follows, what is false." "Well, and then?" "Well, we shall come to an understanding presently." "Let us see," said Baisemeaux; "let us see." "Now drink your glass of muscat, dear M. Baisemeaux," said Aramis. "What the devil! you look quite scared." "No, no, not the least in the world; no." "Drink, then." Baisemeaux drank, but he swallowed the wrong way. "Well," resumed Aramis, "if, I say, you are not a member of a society, secret or mysterious, whichever you like to call it,- the epithet is of no consequence,- if, I say, you are not a member of a society similar to that I wish to designate, well, then, you will not understand a word of what I am going to say, that is all." "Oh! be sure beforehand that I shall not understand anything." "Well, well!" "Try now; let us see." "That is what I am going to do. If, on the contrary, you are one of the members of this society, you will immediately answer me 'yes' or 'no.'" "Begin your questions, then," continued Baisemeaux, trembling. "You will agree, dear M. de Baisemeaux," continued Aramis, with the same impassiveness, "that it is evident a man cannot be a member of a society, it is evident that he cannot enjoy the advantages it offers to the affiliated, without being himself bound to certain little services." "In short," stammered Baisemeaux, "that would be intelligible if-" "Well," resumed Aramis, "there is in the society of which I speak, and of which, as it seems, you are not a member-" "Allow me," said Baisemeaux; "I should not like to say absolutely." "There is an engagement entered into by all the governors and captains of fortresses affiliated to the order." Baisemeaux grew pale. "Now the engagement," continued Aramis, firmly, "is of this nature." Baisemeaux rose, manifesting unspeakable emotion. "Go on, dear M.

d'Herblay; go on!" said he. Aramis then spoke, or rather recited, the following sentence, in the same tone as if he had been reading it from a book: "The aforesaid captain or governor of a fortress shall allow to enter, when need shall arise, and on demand of the prisoner, a confessor affiliated to the order." He stopped. Baisemeaux was quite distressing to look at, being so wretchedly pale and trembling. "Is not that the text of the agreement?" quietly asked Aramis. "Monseigneur!" began Baisemeaux. "Ah, well, you begin to understand, I think." "Monseigneur," cried Baisemeaux, "do not trifle so with my unhappy mind! I find myself nothing in your hands, if you have the malignant desire to draw from me the little secrets of my administration." "Oh, by no means! Pray undeceive yourself, dear M. Baisemeaux; it is not the little secrets of your administration that I aim at, but those of your conscience." "Well, then, my conscience be it, my dear M. d'Herblay! But have some consideration for the situation I am in, which is no ordinary one." "It is no ordinary one, my dear Monsieur," continued the inflexible Aramis, "if you are a member of this society; but it is quite a natural one if, free from all engagements, you are answerable only to the King." "Well, Monsieur, well! I obey only the King. Good God! whom else would you have a French gentleman obey?" Aramis did not yield an inch; but with that silvery voice of his continued: "It is very pleasant for a French gentleman, for a prelate of France, to hear a man of your mark express himself so loyally, dear De Baisemeaux, and having heard you, to believe no more than you do." "Have you doubted, Monsieur?" "I? Oh, no!" "And so you doubt no longer?" "I have no longer any doubt that such a man as you, Monsieur," said Aramis, gravely, "does not faithfully serve the masters whom he voluntarily chose for himself." "Masters!" cried Baisemeaux. "Yes, masters, I said." "M. d'Herblay, you are still jesting, are you not?" "Oh, yes! I understand that it is a more difficult position to have several masters than one; but the embarrassment is owing to you, my dear Baisemeaux, and I am not the cause of it." "Certainly not," returned the unfortunate governor, more embarrassed than ever; "but what are you doing? You are leaving the table?" "Assuredly." "Are you going?" "Yes, I am going." "But you are behaving very strangely towards me, Monseigneur." "I am behaving strangely,- in what respect?" "Have you sworn, then, to put me to the torture?" "No, I should be sorry to do so." "Remain, then." "I cannot." "And why?" "Because I have no longer anything to do here; and, indeed, I have duties to fulfil elsewhere." "Duties so late as this?" "Yes; understand me now, my dear M. de Baisemeaux. They told me at the place whence I came, 'The aforesaid governor or captain will allow to enter, as need shall arise, on the prisoner's demand, a confessor

affiliated with the order.' I came; you do not know what I mean, and so I shall return to tell them that they are mistaken, and that they must send me elsewhere." "What! you are-" cried Baisemeaux, looking at Aramis almost in terror. "The confessor affiliated to the order," said Aramis, without changing his voice. But, gentle as the words were, they had the same effect on the unhappy governor as a clap of thunder. Baisemeaux became livid, and it seemed to him as if Aramis's beaming eyes were two forks of flame, piercing to the very bottom of his soul. "The confessor!" murmured he; "you, Monseigneur, the confessor of the order!" "Yes, I; but we have nothing to unravel together, seeing that you are not one of the affiliated." "Monseigneur!" "And I understand that, not being so, you refuse to comply with its commands." "Monseigneur, I beseech you, condescend to hear me." "And wherefore?" "Monseigneur, I do not say that I have nothing to do with the society." "Ah! ah!" "I say not that I refuse to obey." "Nevertheless, M. de Baisemeaux, what has passed wears very much the air of resistance." "Oh, no, Monseigneur, no! I only wished to be certain." "To be certain of what?" said Aramis, in a tone of supreme contempt. "Of nothing at all, Monseigneur." Baisemeaux lowered his voice, and bending before the prelate said, "I am at all times and in all places at the disposal of my masters, but-" "Very good. I like you better thus, Monsieur," said Aramis, as he resumed his seat, and put out his glass to Baisemeaux, whose hand trembled so that he could not fill it. "You were saying 'but'-" continued Aramis. "But," replied the unhappy man, "having no notice, I was far from expecting." "Does not the Gospel say, 'Watch, for the moment is known only of God'? Do not the rules of the order say, 'Watch; for that which I will, you ought always to will also'? And on what pretext is it that you did not expect the confessor, M. de Baisemeaux?" "Because, Monseigneur, there is at present in the Bastille no prisoner ill." Aramis shrugged his shoulder. "What do you know about that?" said he. "But nevertheless, it appears to me-" "M. de Baisemeaux," said Aramis, turning round in his chair, "here is your servant, who wishes to speak with you"; and at this moment Baisemeaux's servant appeared at the threshold of the door. "What is it?" asked Baisemeaux, sharply. "Monsieur," said the man, "they are bringing you the doctor's return." Aramis looked at Baisemeaux with a calm and confident eye. "Well," said Baisemeaux, "let the messenger enter." The messenger entered, saluted, and handed in the report. Baisemeaux ran his eye over it, and raising his head said, in surprise, "No. 2 Bertaudiere is ill." "How was it, then," said Aramis, carelessly, "that you told me everybody was well in your hotel, M. de Baisemeaux?" and he emptied his glass without removing his eyes from Baisemeaux. The governor then made a sign to the messenger, and when he had

quitted the room said, still trembling, "I think that there is in the article, 'on the prisoner's demand.'" "Yes, it is so"; answered Aramis. "But see what it is they want with you now, dear M. de Baisemeaux." At that moment a sergeant put his head in at the door. "What do you want now?" cried Baisemeaux. "Can you not leave me in peace for ten minutes?" "Monsieur," said the sergeant, "the sick man, No. 2 Bertaudiere, has commissioned the turnkey to request you to send him a confessor." Baisemeaux very nearly sank on the floor; but Aramis disdained to reassure him, just as he had disdained to terrify him. "What must I answer?" inquired Baisemeaux. "Just what you please," replied Aramis, compressing his lips; "that is your business. I am not governor of the Bastille." "Tell the prisoner," cried Baisemeaux, quickly,- "tell the prisoner that his request is granted." The sergeant left the room. "Oh, Monseigneur, Monseigneur," murmured Baisemeaux, "how could I have suspected?- how could I have foreseen this?" "Who told you to suspect, and who asked you to foresee?" contemptuously answered Aramis. "The order suspects, the order knows, the order foresees,- is not that enough?" "What do you command?" added Baisemeaux. "I?- nothing at all. I am nothing but a poor priest, a simple confessor. Have I your orders to go and see the sufferer?" "Oh, Monseigneur, I do not order; I pray you to go." "'Tis well; then conduct me to him." Chapter XXIX: The Prisoner SINCE Aramis's singular transformation into a confessor of the order, Baisemeaux was no longer the same man. Up to that period the place which Aramis had held in the worthy governor's estimation was that of a prelate whom he respected and a friend to whom he owed a debt of gratitude; but after that revelation which had upset all his ideas, he felt himself an inferior, and that Aramis was his master. He himself lighted a lantern, summoned a turnkey, and said, returning to Aramis, "I am at your orders, Monseigneur." Aramis merely nodded his head, as much as to say, "Very good"; and signed to him with his hand to lead the way. Baisemeaux advanced, and Aramis followed him. It was a beautiful starry night; the steps of the three men resounded on the flags of the terraces, and the clinking of the keys hanging from the jailer's girdle made itself heard up to the stories of the towers, as if to remind the prisoners that liberty was out of their reach. It might have been said that the alteration effected in Baisemeaux had extended itself even to the prisoners. The turnkey, the same who on Aramis's first arrival had shown himself so inquisitive and curious, had now become not only silent, but even impassible. He held his head down, and seemed afraid to keep his ears open. In this wise they reached the basement of the Bertaudiere, the first two stories of which were mounted silently and somewhat slowly; for Baisemeaux, though far from disobeying, was far from exhibiting any eagerness to obey. Finally, they arrived at the door. The jailer had the key ready, and opened the door. Baisemeaux showed a disposition to enter the prisoner's chamber; but Aramis, stopping him on the threshold, said, "The rules do not allow the governor to hear the prisoner's confession." Baisemeaux bowed, and made way for Aramis, who took the lantern and entered, and then signed to them to close the door behind him. For an instant he remained standing, listening to learn whether Baisemeaux and the turnkey had retired; but as soon as he was assured by the

dying sound of their footsteps that they had left the tower, he put the lantern on the table and gazed around. On a bed of green serge, similar in all respects to the other beds in the Bastille, save that it was newer, under ample curtains half drawn, reposed a young man to whom we have once before introduced Aramis. According to custom, the prisoner was without a light. At the hour of curfew he was bound to extinguish his lamp; it may be seen how much he was favored in being allowed to keep it burning until that hour. Near the bed a large leathern arm-chair, with twisted legs, held his clothes. A little table- without pens, books, paper, or ink- stood deserted near the window; while several plates, still unemptied, showed that the prisoner had scarcely touched his recent repast. Aramis saw that the young man was stretched upon his bed, his face half concealed by his arms. The arrival of a visitor did not cause any change of position; either he was waiting in expectation or he was asleep. Aramis lighted the candle from the lantern, pushed back the arm-chair, and approached the bed with an appearance of mingled interest and respect. The young man raised his head. "What is it?" said he. "Have you not desired a confessor?" replied Aramis. "Yes." "Because you are ill?" "Yes." "Very ill?" The young man gave Aramis a piercing glance, and answered, "I thank you." After a moment's silence, "I have seen you before," he continued. Aramis bowed. Doubtless the scrutiny which the prisoner had just made of the cold, crafty, and imperious character stamped upon the features of the bishop of Vannes was little reassuring to one in his situation, for he added, "I am better." "And then?" said Aramis. "Why, then, being better, I have no longer the same need of a confessor, I think." "Not even of the haircloth, of which the note you found in your bread informed you?" The young man started; but before he had either assented or denied, Aramis continued, "Not even of the ecclesiastic from whom you were to hear an important revelation?" "If it be so," said the young man, sinking again on his pillow, "it is different; I listen." Aramis then looked at him more closely, and was struck with the easy majesty of his mien,- one which can never be acquired unless Heaven has implanted it in the blood or in the heart. "Sit down, Monsieur!" said the prisoner. Aramis bowed and obeyed. "How does the Bastille agree with you?" asked the bishop. "Very well." "You do not suffer?" "No." "You have nothing to regret?" "Nothing." "Not even your liberty?" "What do you call liberty, Monsieur?" asked the prisoner, with the tone of a man who is preparing for a struggle. "I call liberty the flowers, the air, light, the stars, the happiness of going whithersoever the nervous limbs of twenty years of age may wish to carry you." The young man smiled,- whether in resignation or contempt, it would have been difficult to tell. "Look!" said he; "I have in that

Japanese vase two roses gathered yesterday evening in the bud from the governor's garden. This morning they have blown and spread their vermilion chalices beneath my gaze; with every opening petal they unfold the treasures of their perfume, filling my chamber with fragrance. Look now on these two roses; even among roses these are beautiful, and the rose is the most beautiful of flowers. Why, then, do you bid me desire other flowers when I possess the loveliest of all?" Aramis gazed at the young man in surprise. "If flowers constitute liberty," sadly resumed the captive, "I am free, for I possess them." "But the air!" cried Aramis,- "air so necessary to life!" "Well, Monsieur," returned the prisoner, "draw near to the window; it is open. Between Heaven and earth the wind whirls its storms of hail and lightning, wafts its warm mists, or breathes in gentle breezes. It caresses my face. When mounted on the back of this arm-chair, with my arm around the bars of the window to sustain myself, I fancy I am swimming in the wide expanse." The countenance of Aramis darkened as the young man spoke. "Light!" continued the prisoner,- "I have what is better than light! I have the sun,- a friend who comes to visit me every day without the permission of the governor or the jailer's company. He comes in at the window, and traces in my room a quadrilateral which starts from the window and reaches to the hangings of my bed. This luminous figure increases from ten o'clock till midday, and decreases from one till three slowly, as if, having hastened to come, it sorrowed at leaving me. When its last ray disappears, I have enjoyed its presence for four hours. Is not that sufficient? I have been told that there are unhappy beings who dig in quarries, and laborers who toil in mines, who never behold the sun at all." Aramis wiped the drops from his brow. "As to the stars which are so delightful to view," continued the young man, "they all resemble one another save in size and brilliancy. I am a favored mortal; for if you had not lighted that candle, you would have been able to see the beautiful star which I was gazing at from my couch before your arrival, and whose rays were playing over my eyes." Aramis lowered his head; he felt himself overwhelmed by the bitter flow of that sinister philosophy which is the religion of the captive. "So much, then, for the flowers, the air, the daylight, and the stars," tranquilly continued the young man; "there remains freedom of movement. Do I not walk all day in the governor's garden if it is fine; here, if it rains; in the fresh air, if it is warm; in the warm, thanks to my fireplace, if it be cold? Ah, Monsieur, do you fancy," continued the prisoner, not without bitterness, "that men have not done everything for me that a man can hope for or desire?" "Men!" said Aramis, raising his head; "be it so! But it seems to me you forget Heaven." "Indeed, I have forgotten Heaven," murmured the prisoner, without emotion; "but why do you mention it? Of what use is it to talk to a prisoner of Heaven?" Aramis looked steadily at this singular youth, who possessed the resignation of a martyr with the smile of an atheist. "Is not God in everything?" he murmured in a reproachful tone. "Say, rather, at the end of everything," answered the prisoner, firmly. "Be it so," said Aramis; "but let us return to our starting-point." "I desire nothing better," returned the young man. "I am your confessor." "Yes."

"Well, then, you ought, as a penitent, to tell me the truth." "All that I wish is to tell it to you." "Every prisoner has committed some crime for which he has been imprisoned. What crime, then, have you committed?" "You asked me the same question the first time you saw me," returned the prisoner. "And then, as now, you evaded giving me an answer." "And what reason have you for thinking that I shall now reply to you?" "Because this time I am your confessor." "Then, if you wish me to tell what crime I have committed, explain to me in what a crime consists; for as my conscience does not accuse me, I aver that I am not a criminal." "We are often criminals in the sight of the great of the earth, not alone for having ourselves committed crimes, but because we know that crimes have been committed." The prisoner manifested the deepest attention. "Yes, I understand you," he said, after a pause; "yes, you are right, Monsieur. It is very possible that in that light I am a criminal in the eyes of the great." "Ah! then you know something," said Aramis, who thought he had pierced not merely through a defect in the harness, but through the joints of it. "No, I am not aware of anything," replied the young man; "but sometimes I think, and I say to myself in those moments-" "What do you say to yourself?" "That if I were to think any further, I should either go mad or I should divine a great deal." "And then- and then-" said Aramis, impatiently. "Then I leave off." "You leave off?" "Yes; my head becomes confused, and my ideas melancholy. I feel ennui overtaking me; I wish-" "What?" "I don't know; but I do not like to give myself up to longing for things which I do not possess, when I am so happy with what I have." "You are afraid of death?" said Aramis, with a slight uneasiness. "Yes," said the young man, smiling. Aramis felt the chill of that smile, and shuddered. "Oh, as you fear death, you know more than you admit!" he cried. "And you," returned the prisoner, "who bade me to ask to see you,you, who when I did ask for you came here promising a world of confidence,- how is it that, nevertheless, it is you who are silent, and 't is I who speak? Since, then, we both wear masks, either let us both retain them or put them aside together." Aramis felt the force and justice of the remark, saying to himself, "This is no ordinary man." "Are you ambitious?" said he suddenly to the prisoner, aloud, without preparing him for the alteration. "What do you mean by ambition?" replied the youth. "It is," replied Aramis, "a feeling which prompts a man to desire more than he has." "I said that I was contented, Monsieur; but perhaps I deceive myself. I am ignorant of the nature of ambition; but it is not impossible I may have some. Come, open my mind; I ask nothing better." "An ambitious man," said Aramis, "is one who covets what is beyond his station." "I covet nothing beyond my station," said the young man, with an assurance of manner which yet again made the bishop of Vannes tremble. Aramis was silent. But to look at the kindling eye, the knitted

brow, and the reflective attitude of the captive, it was evident that he expected something more than silence. That silence Aramis now broke. "You lied the first time I saw you," said he. "Lied!" cried the young man, starting up on his couch, with such a tone in his voice and such lightning in his eyes that Aramis recoiled in spite of himself. "I should say," returned Aramis, bowing, "you concealed from me what you knew of your infancy." "A man's secrets are his own, Monsieur," retorted the prisoner, "and not at the mercy of the first chance-comer." "True," said Aramis, bowing still lower than before, "'t is true; pardon me, but to-day do I still occupy the place of a chance-comer? I beseech you to reply, Monseigneur." This title slightly disturbed the prisoner; but nevertheless he did not appear astonished that it was given to him. "I do not know you, Monsieur," said he. "Oh, if I but dared, I would take your hand and would kiss it!" The young man seemed as if he were going to give Aramis his hand; but the light which beamed in his eyes faded away, and he coldly and distrustfully withdrew his hand. "Kiss the hand of a prisoner!" he said, shaking his head; "to what purpose?" "Why did you tell me," said Aramis, "that you were happy here? Why, that you aspired to nothing? Why, in a word, by thus speaking, do you prevent me from being frank in my turn?" The same light shone a third time in the young man's eyes, but died as before, without leading to anything. "You distrust me," said Aramis. "And why say you so, Monsieur?" "Oh, for a very simple reason! If you know what you ought to know, you ought to mistrust everybody." "Then be not astonished that I am mistrustful, since you suspect me of knowing what I know not." Aramis was struck with admiration at this energetic resistance. "Oh, Monseigneur, you drive me to despair!" said he, striking the arm-chair with his fist. "And on my part I do not comprehend you, Monsieur." "Well, then, try to understand me." The prisoner looked fixedly at Aramis. "Sometimes it seems to me," said the latter, "that I have before me the man whom I seek, and then-" "And then your man disappears,- is it not so?" said the prisoner, smiling. "So much the better." Aramis rose. "Certainly," said he; "I have nothing further to say to a man who mistrusts me as you do." "And I, Monsieur," said the prisoner, in the same tone, "have nothing to say to a man who will not understand that a prisoner ought to be mistrustful of everybody." "Even of old friends?" said Aramis. "Oh, Monseigneur, you are too cautious!" "Of my old friends?- you one of my old friends,- you?" "Do you no longer remember," said Aramis, "that you once saw in the village where your early years were spent-" "Do you know the name of the village?" asked the prisoner. "Noisy-le-Sec, Monseigneur," answered Aramis, firmly. "Go on!" said the young man, without expression of assent or denial on his countenance. "Stay, Monseigneur!" said Aramis; "if you are positively resolved to carry on this game, let us break off. I am here to tell you many things, 't is true; but you must allow me to see that, on your side, you have a desire to know them. Before revealing the important matters I conceal, be assured that I am in need of some encouragement, if

"I once asked the name of this cavalier." "Do you know who this lady was?" The light seemed ready to flash from the prisoner's eyes. indeed. and twice afterwards with the woman-" He hesitated. there I was comparatively free. this confessor.. "With another woman who came to see you every month. that abbe afterwards. begin by telling me who was my tutor.not candor. I saw her once with you. if you relate anything. a garden surrounded with walls I could not clear. fit . then bishop of Vannes. and there is nothing. you are none the less what you are." said Aramis. I must add a fact of which you are ignorant. if you know that." "I know it. then. fifteen or eighteen years ago. not for the reason you think." said the young man. the young man had raised himself on his couch and gazed more and more eagerly at Aramis.that if the King were to know this evening of the presence here of this musketeer. almost the only persons I have ever seen." "Well. with flame-colored ribbons in her hair?" "Yes. with my tutor and old Perronnette. but you know it. "to hear you without impatience." he said. this bishop. if not confidence. I never cared to leave them. Monseigneur." "A worthy and above all an honorable gentleman. you were in prison?" "If I am a prisoner here.nothing. I was astonished that the abbe had so warlike an air. "for it is my duty. mark me!. I can desire nothing." "Well. seeing at Noisy-le-Sec a cavalier. Monseigneur?" "Yes. And so you will understand. are the only persons with whom I have ever spoken. and was told that there was nothing singular in that. The woman of whom you speak came once with you. "I saw that lady once with a gentleman about forty-five years old." "And I will do so. "I am aware that she was a lady of the court. 'who are you?'" "Do you remember. a little sympathy. "I remember perfectly. he who has risked everything to visit you would to-morrow see glitter the executioner's axe at the bottom of a dungeon more gloomy and more obscure than yours. I have seen her twice since with the same person. and with the lady dressed in black with flame-colored ribbons. But you keep yourself intrenched in a pretended ignorance which paralyzes me. A house which I never quitted. Monseigneur. Monseigneur. "that musketeer of other times. do you not?" "Oh." replied the prisoner.which can cause you not to be so. and.these constituted my residence.is it not so. Only it appears to me that I have a right to repeat the question I have already asked. seeing that he was one of Louis XIII's musketeers. is to-day your confessor. The result of this scrutiny was that he appeared to derive some confidence from it." While hearing these words. for ignorant as you may be." said Aramis. although in a very narrow sense." he murmured... my jailer and the governor of the prison. I recognized you. accompanied by a lady plainly dressed in black silk. "Yes. Monseigneur. These four persons." "I promise you. as you have been there. you will be obliged to explain everything to me. bowing. "You remember that lady well. being accustomed to live within these bounds. Oh. In a word. and was told that he called himself the Abbe d'Herblay. Monsieur." "Then. my recollection can hardly be very confused on this head!" said the young prisoner. delivered with emphasis. that not having seen anything of the world. or indifferent as you feign to be." "Then. and therefore. this abbe.

drew close to Aramis's face. then?" "And why do you ask that?" "Because my mother would have taken my part. knitting his brows. quietly. Monseigneur." "But then she lives for others. and of defiance even. to assassinate those two innocent persons. am compelled to live in the obscurity of a prison?" "Alas! I fear so." "Oh. Monseigneur. that my nurse and preceptor were carried off. you tell me nothing I am not aware of!" said the prisoner. my sole support." . "this is why I suspected that they had killed my nurse and my preceptor-" "Whom you used to call your father. does she not?" "Yes. with such an expression of dignity. and passed his hand tremblingly over his face." "Seeing." "Well. "How?" "I suspected it. then." "And my mother?" "She is dead for you. "From poison.guide both for body and soul.and I. Monseigneur! I have already told you that by conversing with you I endanger my life. then [the young man looked sharply at Aramis]. more powerful than your mother. or hard beset by necessity. Little value as it has." answered Aramis: "they are dead. to be able to shut up in the Bastille a child such as I then was. to my great regret." "He is." "My enemy must indeed be powerful. quite the contrary." "And that because my presence in the world would lead to the revelation of a great secret?" "Certainly. "Disappear!" cried the prisoner." The young man turned visibly pale. But this gentleman of yours often used to tell me that my father and mother were dead." "Why?" "I will tell you." answered Aramis. Had you ever any reason to complain of him?" "Oh. Your father is dead. a peril from which he freed himself by causing the nurse and preceptor to disappear. for that worthy gentleman and that poor woman had never harmed a living being.. Did he deceive me. "but how did they disappear?" "In the surest possible way. "Yes. And so it is necessity which compels me." "More powerful than my mother. "My enemy must indeed have been very cruel.either they were. a very great secret. very dangerous to my enemy?" "Yes. that the bishop felt the electricity of enthusiasm strike in devouring flashes from that seared heart of his into his brain of adamant." resumed the young man. "From poison?" he asked. supporting himself on his elbows." "In your family." Aramis hesitated. of self-command. or did he speak the truth?" "He was compelled to comply with the orders given him. or I am. to tell you that this gentleman and the unhappy lady were assassinated." The prisoner reflected a moment. no. "Speak. and that I also was separated from them. necessity is stern." At this moment the young man." "Then he lied?" "In one respect." "And I. I implore you to accept it as the ransom of your own.

above all. I was not destined to perpetual seclusion. 'The letter you see down there. He stooped over the brim. asleep from fatigue in fencing.in correspondence with the Queen! 'The Queen's last letter!' cried Perronnette. I darted after it." said Aramis. after which. and see and hear I did. was eight years ago?" "Yes. The gentleman attached to my person taught me everything he knew himselfmathematics. and riding." said Aramis. to encourage you to work?" "He used to say that a man was bound to make for himself in the world that fortune which Heaven had refused him at his birth. a puff of air came suddenly and carried off this paper. He opened the garden door. he was also too respectful for a father."Yes. it being very hot. and made wild and affrighted gestures. and continued: "Undoubtedly." "Yes. or even roused my suspicions. 'what a misfortune!' 'Calm yourself. I went to sleep in the hall. still crying out. and as the Queen burns all her letters every time she comes-' 'Every . then.' said Dame Perronnette. took her by the arm. is the care that was taken to render me as accomplished a cavalier as possible. but through a chink in them I saw my tutor draw near a large well. Suddenly I heard him exclaim. 'Perronnette! Perronnette!' The windows of the hall looked into the court. Every morning I went through military exercises. "and that which makes me believe so now. Well. as birds. being a poor obscure orphan. 'What letter?' she cried. Nothing up to that period. 'what is the matter?' 'The letter!' he exclaimed.a singular chance.. Monsieur." "Excuse me.. He added. I pray you!" said Aramis. which was almost directly under the windows of his study. but whose son I well knew I was not. as the air and the sun do. and on opening the door." "I. anxious at seeing him anxious. as they both bent over it together. I was. just over me. fencing. had enlightened me.the last letter from the Queen. a little geometry. I had no one but myself to look to. I had just turned my fifteenth year-" "This. 'and if the letter has fallen into the well. whom I called my father. I rose. 'do you see that letter?' to the bottom of the well. but hear. he who was continually recommending to me modesty and humility.' At this word I trembled." The young man nodded assent. as plants. are too respectful for a friend. He went to meet her. Monseigneur!" "Very likely she was in the garden. Where I was." "Who caused you to suppose so?" "Just as you. and drew her quickly towards the edge." said the prisoner. I was entering my room.' said Perronnette. then. and that nobody either did or ever would take any interest in me. however. I could not only see. 'Perronnette! Perronnette!' It was my nurse whom he called.he who passed for my father. except the respect paid me by my tutor. "Continue. hearing the governor's cries. looked into the well. astronomy.' 'Well.this letter from the Queen. without showing other astonishment than at seeing this letter at the bottom of the well. for my tutor came hastily downstairs." "Go on. 'Look. look!' cried he. and then he called. and gained the window just in time to see it flutter a moment in the breeze and disappear down the well. but I have ceased to reckon time. 'but how came it there?' 'A chance.. Dame Perronnette. The shutters were closed. the window too being open. one morning during summer. in the hall I have spoken of. and practised on horseback. I know it. but what did your tutor tell you. again cried out. "Dame Perronnette came running up. My tutor was in his room on the first floor. calm yourself. I lived as children. nearly. 't is all the same as if it were burned. that. My tutor. "have no intention to disguise myself.

at the same time taking infinite pains not to disturb that coveted letter.This devil of an Italian is capable of having us poisoned at the first breath of suspicion. with tears in her eyes. and I could hardly breathe. I made fast one end of the rope to the bottom of the well-curb. and M. threw myself on my couch. and so implored the old nobleman. gently closed it again.. and listening heard the sound of retiring footsteps. but will not any one who descends guess that a paper must be important for which we risk a man's life? However. They had hardly closed the gate before I sprang from the window and ran to the well. we shall have nothing to fear from him.'" Aramis almost imperceptibly smiled. just as my tutor had leaned over. so as to have a hold over her. and saw my tutor and Dame Perronnette go out together. shaking his head..' continued the old gentleman. "'You know. they parted. Then I returned to the shutter. 'No consequence. whom she was to persuade that a jewel had fallen into the well. The brilliant disk fascinated and allured me. slid down into the abyss. 'naturally unfolds in water. and urged on by one of those instinctive impulses which drive men upon their destruction. de Mazarin so. and thinking I was asleep. I pushed back the shutter. Dame Perronnette. characters of fire traced upon the letter the Queen had touched. which was beginning to change its white tint for a greenish hue. the young man would not be surprised at finding nothing. when I saw the sky .' said the good gentleman. 'Well.how can I follow them?' 'Write immediately to her.' 'Of course. I left the bucket hanging about three feet under water.' said Dame Perronnette.' But at this notion Dame Perronnette lamented and cried in such a manner. Then. 'she will imagine that I want to keep this letter instead of giving it up like the rest. but the letter wide open.time she comes!' So this lady who came every month was the Queen. at the bottom of the water." nodded Aramis. 'And as paper.." said the prisoner.' 'But perhaps the writing will be already effaced by that time.. Something white and luminous glistened in the green and quivering ripples of the water.' Having come to this resolution." said the prisoner. Dame Perronnette. She is so distrustful.' 'Oh! the Queen would never believe the story. they are both so suspicious in all that concerns Philippe. When I saw myself hanging over the dark pool.and then. 'but this letter contained instructions. 't is no use hesitating. The well seemed to draw me in with its large mouth and icy breath.' 'But let us choose some villager who cannot read. give her a plain account of the accident. and seeing that my tutor was about to re-enter. you have given me an idea. and then you will be at ease. so leaned I. and that this jewel was wrapped in a paper. in a confusion of brain caused by all I had just heard. On returning it to the Queen. while she went in search of some stout-hearted youth. I was alone in the house. but that somebody shall be myself. scarcely knowing what I was about. so that the person who goes down may read the paper as he is coming up. "'Doubtless. my eyes became fixed. Then. she will see at once that we have not betrayed her. that he promised her to obtain a ladder long enough to reach down. I rose. and consequently. somebody shall go down the well. provided we secure the letter. and I thought I read.' remarked my preceptor.' 'Granted.proof enough that it was sinking. and the Queen will no doubt write you another letter in place of this.' said Dame Perronnette. My tutor opened the door a few moments after. with a piece of wet canvas protecting my hands. doubtless.' 'Philippe' was the name they gave me. As soon as ever it was shut. after all. as we shall not rouse the distrust of Mazarin. "Yes. 'somebody must go down the well.

" "Beyond this. and at once plunged into it. As I entered my hiding-place. and above all pressed for time. and the hair rose on my head. I was seized with giddiness. an attack of delirium supervening. sorrow. after the closest search. "that the workmen they had summoned found nothing in the well. Once out of the well with my prize I rushed into the sunlight. holding on by one hand. the prime minister. I regained the brink. and clinging on with my hands. quite overcome. rang. alas! came in two in my grasp." said Aramis. But this was time enough to allow me to read the cherished letter. Monsieur." "Without ambition.lessening above my head. lastly. I concealed the fragments in my coat. "you were arrested and removed to the Bastille?" "As you see. but my strong will mastered all. and helping myself with my feet against the side of the pit. so that. It was my tutor returning. I am weary." Here the young man paused. whose fragments I hastened to unite again. Monsieur. but I managed to decipher it all." asked Aramis. my tutor found under the bolster the two pieces of the Queen's letter. "It happened. but see what can be done with the living. and. that I was seized with a violent fever. The writing was already fading." "Then your two attendants disappeared?" "Alas!" "Let us not take up our time with the dead. without being a lady of quality." "And what read you there. all is conjecture. . owing to the chill and the excitement of my discovery. guided by my avowal. that my tutor perceived that the brink was watery. I gained the water. guessing where I was. "and that now it is your turn. even if. not daring to keep the occurrence secret. which. commended me so earnestly to their care. during which I related the whole adventure. and Mazarin. and a shade of deep solemnity spread itself over his countenance." "Without any desire for freedom?" "As I told you." "After which. I had but just time." Aramis gathered himself up. I calculated that it would take ten minutes before he would gain my place of concealment. "And what happened?" asked Aramis. Anne of Austria. that I was not so well dried by the sun as to escape Dame Perronnette's observing that my garments were moist. while I immersed the other and seized the precious paper. "now I understand. and took refuge in a kind of shrubbery at the bottom of the garden. since the Queen. drenching it as I touched it with the water that streamed from all the lower part of my body. It was evident that he had reached the crisis in the part he had come to the prison to play. and that Perronnette. was far better than a servant." answered the prisoner. "why are you silent?" "I think that I have spoken enough." "Ah!" said Aramis. the bell which resounded when the gate was opened. he came straight to it. Monseigneur?" asked Aramis. and also to perceive that I must myself be high-born." answered he. "Quite enough. Doubtless the unfortunate lady and gentleman. "Well. wrote all to the Queen. a cold shudder came over me. or thought?" The young man made no answer. "One question. You told me you were resigned?" "I repeat it. and sent back to her the torn letter. and twenty if he were obliged to look for me. agile and vigorous as I was. deeply interested." said Aramis. to see that my tutor was a man of noble rank.

" "Is that all?" "That is about all. when suddenly his wife." "It is true. always. "No." "My tutor sometimes related to me the principal deeds of the King Saint Louis. there being only two years between the two dates." "This also was done by design. Aramis looked round him." "How?" "By means of a coin dated 1610. which bears the effigy of Henry IV." "No. from the time that interests you. either." answered the young man. This idea had reduced him to the depths of despair." said the young man." "Say on!" and the young man resumed his serious and attentive attitude. fencing. alas! deferred by the troubles of the times and the struggle that his minister Richelieu had to maintain against the great nobles of France. smiling. so that." "Did King Louis XIII die without children?" asked the prisoner." said Aramis. just as you were deprived of mirrors. and another of 1612. as you see mine now." he said.. there was neither a glass nor a mirror in the house. astronomy. "Do you know who was the son of Henry IV?" "At least I know who his successor was. you have told me that you were instructed in mathematics. Now. "that Louis XIII's wife was called Anne of Austria?" . he was a prince full of noble ideas and great projects. and for a long while thought he should be the last of his race. and riding. with the naked eye. "Well. The King himself was of a feeble character. "they have taken the same precaution. "Did you know." "I know it." "He had been long anxious about having an heir.that is. so that you are unacquainted with a number of facts by means of which you would be able to reconstruct the shattered edifice of your recollections and your interests. "I do not even know them. and what is their meaning?" asked the young man." "To what end?" "You will know directly. King Francis I. then: I will in a few words tell you what has passed in France during the last twenty-three or twenty-four years. "you know that the last reigning monarch was Louis XIII?" "I do.a care which weighs heavily on princes. you may see in them your own lineaments. Louis was Henry's successor. who desire to leave behind them more than one pledge that they will be remembered and their work will be continued. were there?" "What are those two words. and died young and unhappy. but he was long without one. So I presumed that. bearing that of Louis XIII. which reflects the past. but you have not said a word about history.. slightly reddening. Anne of Austria-" The prisoner trembled. "Listen. Since your imprisonment books have been forbidden you. "Nor is there here. in a word. from the probable date of your birth." said Aramis." answered the youth. which reflect the present." "Then." "They designate two pieces of furniture which reflect objects. and King Henry IV. for instance."What is it? Speak!" "In the house you inhabited there were neither looking-glasses nor mirrors. so you were left in ignorance of history.

"I do not know that I ought to risk this secret by intrusting it to one who has no desire to quit the Bastille. The prisoner sighed impatiently. Monsieur. "Yes." "I listen. "Oh!" said Aramis. with unmistakable emphasis. and became whiter than the coverlet under which he hid himself. 1638.you. who with so much pleasure saw himself repeated in one. is aware of his existence. excepting-" "Excepting yourself." "And that the doctors and jurists assert that there is ground for doubting whether he who first makes his appearance is the elder by the law of Heaven and of Nature. "They ran at once to the banqueting-room. "Well. betraying a better acquaintance with affairs than he had admitted. this is why that second son has disappeared. I understand!" murmured the young man. the midwife. relying on party interests and caprices. who was alone in her room. I understand. was in despair about two." continued Aramis. might one day sow discord and engender civil war in the kingdom.. gave birth to a son. received in her arms. "this is what is related. in a tone of despair. shamefully sequestered. "an account which few could now give." "Oh." said Aramis. "You are about to hear. she gave birth to a son. and was sitting gayly down to table to celebrate the event. shamefully parted from his brother." "Dame Perronnette!" murmured the young man. hatred. then. fearing that the second might dispute the claim of the first to seniority. and. when the King had shown the new-born child to the nobility and people. who come and relate all this." The prisoner uttered a smothered cry.by these means destroying the very dynasty he should have strengthened. who. "that the King. "the lady in the black dress. and gave birth to a second son. But this time it was no longer happiness that his face expressed. The birth of twins changed into bitterness the joy to which that of an only son had given rise. he rose and quitted the table." Aramis went on." pursued Aramis." Here Aramis looked at his companion. his mother." "And you will tell me this secret?" broke in the youth. if . ambition. the Queen." "Yes. "When suddenly. Monsieur. and paused. but something akin to terror. is it not. and thought he observed him turning pale. for it refers to a secret which is thought to be buried with the dead or entombed in the abyss of the confessional. which had been recognized only two hours before.you. whom Dame Perronnette. is buried in the profoundest obscurity. But while the court was rejoicing over the event.. and so completely that not a soul in France." said Aramis. "the Queen had a second son. who has cast him off!" cried the prisoner. who come to rouse in my soul curiosity. finally." "Oh!" said the prisoner.. On the 5th of September. this is why one of the Queen's two sons." resumed Aramis." he said. There was great joy at the intelligence. and so this second son. "the Queen announced an interesting event. and perhaps even the thirst of vengeance. "Except also. "I thought that Monsieur was only born in-" Aramis raised his finger. without replying to the question. save his mother. was again taken ill."Continue!" said the young man.except you." "The Queen. "Let me continue. and whispered to the King what had happened. "Now you understand. seeing that in France (a fact of which you are assuredly ignorant) it is the oldest of the king's sons who succeeds his father-" "I know it. and all prayed for her happy delivery.

with a respect he had not yet manifested. "the King. or the one whom the glass reflects?" "The King. which in princes is always treachery. Monsieur. Louis XIV. and gazed at it with devouring eyes. Monseigneur.. and the detestation of a hundred noble families in this kingdom. "is he who is on the throne." "What are you telling me. fixing his piercing eyes significantly upon the prisoner. but even from the world. Gaston d'Orleans." "Unless. brought up not only at a distance from the court. in short. Monsieur?" "I tell you the truth. "it be the destiny of your race that the brothers excluded from the throne shall be always princes without valor and without honor. my uncle slew his friends.." Aramis left the prisoner time to recover his ideas.you are the man whom I expect. Monseigneur." persisted Aramis. who is not in prison. on which Louis was depicted life-like." added the bishop. either by weakness or treachery. I admit. whom." "Tempt me not.do you believe it possible that such a one could assist . satisfy yourself that you are a king's son. not his life (for the life of the King's brother is sacred and inviolable). then. he sacrificed the lives of all his friends. "I have brought all the proofs of your birth: consult them. "my uncle Gaston 'conspired against his brother.devoted ones?" "As much so as I am to you. "So high. so high!" murmured the young man. eagerly comparing the likeness of Louis with his own countenance reflected in the glass. what did he do?." "What!" cried the Prince. mark me. Monsieur!" broke in the prisoner." sadly replied the young man. after all. and then let us act. but his liberty. will. lofty mien."I demand which of the two is the King. can cause others to be entombed there. Monseigneur. "What do you think of it?" at length said Aramis. as was your uncle M. Royalty is power." "And.. handing the prisoner a miniature in enamel. "here is a mirror. and you see well how powerless I am. "A portrait of the King.'. on the other hand." "And cannot a man fail. it is impossible. ironically. from incapacity and ignorance? Do you really believe it possible that a poor captive such as I." "Here is the portrait. and so at this day he is the very shame of history. must possess about you-" "What?" asked Aramis. "And now.the one whom this miniature portrays.Failed!" "He failed.. and who." "By weakness. who at this moment reigns upon the throne of France. to whom the note I have received applies. with a handsome." "And I. but always through his own fault. Heaven ought to send me. Monsieur. The prisoner eagerly seized the portrait." "And he had friends. and for the sake of purchasing. bitterly. "I think that I am lost. no." "No. "Be not weak." answered Aramis. astonished." said Aramis. be he who quitting his dungeon shall maintain himself upon the throne on which his friends will place him. indeed.conspired to dethrone him?" "Exactly. for no other reason." replied the bishop. who ten times conspired against his brother Louis XIII.I demand." "I understand. if you desire it." resumed the bishop." replied the captive." "Monseigneur. one after another. "the King will never set me free.

a sword to my arm. how did you get the note which announced my arrival to you?" "You can bribe a jailer for such a thing as a note. before telling me all that you have done. since you call yourself my friend." he resumed after a moment's reflection. my slavery and my obscurity. bolts to every door. indeed. and even royalty? You wish to make me believe in splendor. I admit that it may be possible to release a poor captive from the Bastille. possible so to conceal him that the King's people shall not again ensnare him. that you would break my heart forever?" "And so I desired to do. "I admit that whoever would do thus much for me would seem more than mortal in my eyes. "Monseigneur." "Is a prison the fitting place to talk to me about power.." "Oh. you give me glimpses of absolute power." "Again. To render me somewhat less incredulous. Monseigneur. reflect upon this! Place me. and more." cried the Prince. I am happy to have discovered my monarch's mind. only." cried the Prince." "Well. you boast of glory. I will comply with your desire. to sustain the unhappy wretch in some suitable manner. how will you make me conqueror in those combats. with a violence which betrayed the temper of his blood: "We are speaking of friends. sound sense which dictates your words..I. Monsieur.that step which. and invulnerable to my enemies? Ah.. 't is either irony or cruelty! Do not lead me to think of aught else than these prison walls which confine me. again! oh. in some dark cavern in a mountain's base. to-morrow. whom no one knows. but as you tell me I am a prince. smiling. give air to my lungs. in some unknown retreat." "Monseigneur!" said Aramis. makes you tremble more than it does me. but how can I have any friends.. after all. or at least submit to. brother of a king. more you cannot give. pressing his icy hands upon his clammy brow.. and we shall begin to understand each other. Promise me no more than this." "It is precisely my intention to give you all this. the young man suddenly cried out. and we are lying hidden in night. and we are smothering our words in the curtains of this miserable bed." "Monseigneur. how can you restore me the rank and power of which my mother and my brother have deprived me? And as I must pass a life of war and hatred. cannon and soldiery at every barrier. and it would be a crime to deceive me. money. or the stormy sky.for. Monseigneur! if you again utter these desperate words. do you desire it?" "A word more. spike the guns? How will you break through the bolts and bars?" "Monseigneur." said the Prince. and renounce forever the service of a master to whom so eagerly I came to devote my assistance and my life!" "Monsieur. possible.those of his friends who should attempt to serve him?" And as Aramis was about to reply. spurs to my feet. How will you overcome the sentries. Monsieur. for mercy's sake. Monseigneur. "I know there are guards in every gallery. "I admire the firm." "If we can corrupt one turnkey. let me again love. we can corrupt ten. of beholding in freedom the sun of the blue Heavens. free me from the Bastille. and who have neither liberty. if after having received proof of your high birth you still remain poor-spirited and of feeble purpose. do not style me so.I will depart. "do not play with me! I have no need . "would it not have been better for you to have reflected. nor influence to gain any?" "I fancy I had the honor to offer myself to your royal Highness.and it is enough. grandeur." Aramis waited in silence. yield me the delight of hearing in freedom the sounds of river and plain. and I hear the step of the jailer in the corridor.

Monseigneur. You give me far more than Heaven bestowed." "I was going to say to your Highness that I should only have the pleasure of seeing you once again. especially to a man who has drunk so deeply of the cup of enjoyment. 'My brother. has humanity to reproach my brother?" "I forgot to say." "Numerous?" "Still less numerous than powerful. A barbarous prejudice has condemned you to pass your days in obscurity."ah! with what." "But my brother?" "You shall decree his fate." "Heavens! how will you give me notice?" . Monseigneur?" "Oh. that if you condescend to allow me to guide you. on my life!" "While now?" "While now I perceive that I have guilty ones to punish. I say that your mother committed a crime in rendering those different in happiness and fortune whom Nature created so similar in her womb.'" "And you would have kept your word. I come to you." "So much the better. then. and if it seems good to you." "And when?" "The day when my Prince leaves these gloomy walls. I will explain." "Alas! there is so much suffering in prison.to be a king to be the happiest of men. Will you take advantage of this reconciliation to put down or to restrain me? Will you employ that sword to spill my blood?' 'Oh never!' I would have replied to him. and will respect you as my master." "In what manner. not to contend with each other. Monseigneur?" "What do you say as to the resemblance that Heaven has given me to my brother?" "I say that there was in that likeness a providential instruction which the King ought to have heeded. I will buckle round your waist our father's sword. and if you consent to become the most powerful monarch on earth. after punishment. Monseigneur." "Your royal Highness will always be free to act as you may desire. have taken me by the hand. Monseigneur." "Explain yourself. on that day when I see you sitting on the throne of France. with fresh distrust inspired by the word. Heaven created us to love. I will make you sit down beside me. Do you pity him?" "Him who leaves me to perish in a dungeon? No. may pardon." "Ah!" said the Prince." "It is impossible." "But I. my Prince. 'I look on you as my preserver. for through you I possess liberty and the privilege of loving and being loved in this world." "By which you mean-" "That if I restore you to your place on your brother's throne. and these friends are numerous. Monsieur?" "Tell me." "It is that I will hear nothing further from you till I am clear of the Bastille. he shall take yours in prison." "Good! And now. I swear before Heaven. and I conclude that the object of punishment should be only to restore the equilibrium. you will have promoted the interests of all the friends whom I devote to the success of your cause." "He might have himself come to this prison. far from all men and deprived of every joy. wish you to be a king for the good of humanity. I do not pity him. are you aware of one thing. and have said.

" said Aramis.. If. "When I see you again. "one word more.my last. to you will I offer half my power and my glory. if from my present depths of sorrow. The Prince offered his hand." "Monseigneur. and your share must always remain incomplete.'" "Till then. Sire. even in the most passionate outbreaks. Happily. He was eager to leave the Bastille. in which you have sounded the depths of my mind. aided by your generous hand. "Alas!" replied Baisemeaux. or if in my absence you are compelled to do so. to listen at the door. if you are only a tool in the hands of my enemies. wait the result ere you judge me.how narrow are the doors! To think that so much pride. Yes. no more strain upon my life. in spite of himself. if by your aid I am enabled to live in the memory of man. whom I thank with blessings. in a tone that issued from his heart. how small is my prison. though you would still be but partly recompensed. a man almost dead..I shall give you immortality. but rather the nation whom you will render happy." said Aramis. anything worse than captivity result. since I could not divide with you the happiness received at your hands. "Let us proceed to business. and confer lustre on my race by deeds of valor or by solid benefits bestowed upon my people." said the young man. save to you?" "Save only to me.. The jailer came to open it with Baisemeaux. with a charming modesty."till then.still receive my blessing. "What a confession!" said the governor. It is not you who will have to thank me.how low the window. you are come to restore me to that position in the sunshine of fortune and glory to which I was destined by Heaven. I shall say. moved by the pallor and excitement of the young man. splendor. do not leave this chamber save with me." "Yourself?" "My Prince. "who would believe that a mere recluse.. I am not to speak a word of this to any one whatever. for you will have ended my troubles and given me repose from the tormenting fever that has preyed upon me these eight years. who sank upon his knee and kissed it. "Oh!" cried the Prince. my dear governor. no more dreams. "It is the first act of homage paid to our future King. pressing his wan and wasted fingers over his heart. neither of the speakers had forgotten to smother his voice.. 'Good-day. where the secret which overwhelmed him seemed to double the weight of the walls. if from our conference. and he rapped immediately on the door. and happiness should be able to enter in and remain here!" "Your royal Highness makes me proud... ." he said. remember that I am not concerned in it. "the nobleness of your heart fills me with joy and admiration." said Aramis. As soon as they reached Baisemeaux's quarters." Aramis bowed very low. if death befall me. I raise myself to the very height of honor. "I say that in such a case I should bless and forgive you. and taking so long to tell of?" Aramis made no reply.that is to say. forcing a laugh. I shall have bestowed upon you more than life." said Aramis. Monsieur. could have committed crimes so numerous.it would break! Oh." replied Aramis. "since you imply it is I who brought all this"."By coming here to seek you." "Monseigneur. who devoured by fear and uneasiness was beginning." The Prince offered his hand to Aramis.. on the other hand. the posterity whose name you will make glorious. If you have sought me for my destruction." "And so.then to you. "Monsieur.

ever faithful. let me first get rid of all this litter . with a sigh. and coughed by way of announcing himself. "Ah!" exclaimed Porthos. The worthy baron had a pensive. D'Artagnan. and by aid of which he hoped to establish in his various residences something of that court luxury which he had witnessed in all its dazzling brightness in his Majesty's society. and crossing the room in two strides found himself face to face with his friend. "The order instructed me only to give a receipt. "you are always welcome. whose countenance brightened with joy. which was moreover screened at this moment by M. which with their fringes. "Well. "Ah!" he repeated." said Aramis. and being uneasy at not having heard anything of him for a fortnight. Porthos. a melancholy air. did not observe d'Artagnan's entrance. dear friend. quite enough at any time to hide one man from another. I shall. taking three steps towards his iron strong-box.nay. my friend. then. then. Monsieur the Governor!" And he departed. "Adieu. embroidery." said the bishop. tell me all about it." added the poor governor. and slashes of ill-assorted hues were strewed all over the floor. Porthos and d'Artagnan were seldom together. and then. it said nothing about receiving the money." returned Porthos. and looked at the pensive Porthos. Porthos replied by a look expressive of dejection. d'Artagnan thought it time to put an end to these dismal reflections. This.. is what saddens me." "But you seem in the dumps here?" exclaimed d'Artagnan. Porthos made his sturdy knees crack again in rising. doubting what was going on behind him." "Wait a minute. who thus found himself freed from the material obstacle which had prevented his reaching d'Artagnan. was for the moment doubled by a scarlet coat which the intendant was holding up by the sleeves for his master's inspection. only half dressed. but just now you are more welcome than ever. one morning during an interval of service thought about Porthos. "And here is the money. sad and reflective as La Fontaine's hare." "In the first place. more. One was occupied with harassing duties for the King. "And to pay over the first third of the sum. got out of the way. leaving Baisemeaux stifled with joy and surprise at this regal gift so grandly given by the Confessor Extraordinary to the Bastille. Porthos. whom he folded to his breast with a force of affection that seemed to increase with every day. whose personal corpulence. smiling kindly at the friend of his master. lace." rejoined Aramis. Chapter XXX: How Mouston Had Become Fatter Without Giving Porthos Notice Thereof."You have to ask me for my receipt for one hundred and fifty thousand livres. and pounced upon him just as he was getting up. then. "you know I have no secrets from you. Mouston. unless it is a secret. "ah! ah! Here is d'Artagnan. contemplating a great number of garments. that he might the better see it all over. He was sitting on his bed. as the sight of the innumerable garments strewing the floor caused mighty sighs to heave from the bosom of that excellent gentleman. and of the Troubles Which Consequently Befell That Worthy Gentleman AFTER the departure of Athos for Blois. directed his steps towards his hotel. and with legs dangling over the edge. with a threefold sigh. Porthos." returned Baisemeaux. get hold of an idea!" At these words Mouston. the other had been making many purchases of furniture. D'Artagnan stopped at the threshold. "Here is the receipt. which he intended to forward to his estate.

Porthos! no clothes. never mind!" said Porthos. "this unnatural melancholy in you frightens me." "Well. though. my friend. they have felled the wood. contemptuously." "Perhaps you have received bad news from Bracieux?" "No. then." "What! you stouter?" "So much so that I am now bigger than the baron." "Trash. but not one that fits me!" "What! not one that fits you? But are you not measured. you could still wear a new dress the day of your death without being obliged to see the nose of a single tailor from now till then. "I am as strong as the Pont-Neuf! It isn't that. my friend. tearing out a lock of his hair in despair. when you give an order?" "To be sure. "Come. Porthos! Cloth at twenty livres an ell." said Porthos. he is. I resolved. what is the matter?" "The fact is. then." "Then there has been a falling off in the pools of Pierrefonds?" "No." "Oh. yes. I have received an invitation for the fete at Vaux. My dear Porthos. and there is enough left to stock all the pools in the neighborhood. "that is quite evident!" "Be still. "when I see more than fifty suits on the floor!" "Fifty." "Do you see. "it is all trash. becoming slightly impatient. And so. then. my friend. Porthos." "Perhaps your estate at Vallon has been destroyed by an earthquake?" "No. "Well." "I am going to explain it. I'll wager that you alone in France have so many." he cried. they have been fished. regal velvet!" "Then you think these clothes are-" "Splendid. kept roasting. which wouldn't astonish me. with a lugubrious expression. "You remember having related to me the story of the Roman general Antony." "But what is it. my friend. you are of the party for Vaux? Bless my soul!" "Indeed I am!" "You will see a magnificent sight." answered Mouston. who had always seven wild boars. "Eh! Good Heavens! are you ill?" cried d'Artagnan. and it has yielded a third more than the estimate.of satin and velvet. Would you believe it. stupid?" said Porthos. on the contrary. gorgeous satin. my dear Porthos!" resumed d'Artagnan." said d'Artagnan. cooked to different degrees." Porthos shook his head. if indeed it is possible. so that he might be able to have his dinner at any time of the day he chose to ask for it? Well. "but unfortunately I have grown stouter. so I will. the ground was struck by lightning a hundred paces from the chateau. "No clothes. and were to live a hundred years. do you complain of that? The King has caused a hundred mortal heart-burnings among the courtiers by refusing invitations." "Everything that is grand in France will be brought together there!" "Ah!" cried Porthos. pray get out of it. and suppose you never had any more made.the sooner the better." "Alas! I doubt it." "Yes." said Porthos. as at any time I might be . Monsieur?" "Parbleu! it seems to me that is quite evident. and a fountain sprung up in a place entirely destitute of water. then?" "It is that I have no clothes!" D'Artagnan stood petrified. splendid. "I don't understand why your clothes should not fit you because Mouston has grown stouter. my dear friend.

" "Ah! you see. "were meant for gallants. "I see! That spared you both time and humiliation.the fellow-" "Oh. about that door. my friend. I should like to ask you. not exactly." "I congratulated myself." said Porthos. one may be travelling.for I used to feed him myself." "Well. Porthos! Only a man must have a fortune like yours to gratify such whims. they find you too hollow. humbly. "at seeing Mouston get fat." "That is exactly the point. when we leave the measurer's hands.. to be measured is a loss of time. and as for us. "You were in Paris. In the first place. when a man is an engineer-" "And has fortified Belle-Isle. Is that what you wished to say?" "Yes. by the way. my good Mouston.. my dear Porthos." "Tell me what it is. you possess ideas entirely your own." "Indeed. In short." "Consider my joy when after a year and a half's judicious feeding. I have a horror of letting any one take my measure. graciously. Monsieur!" said Mouston. I believe you did. Here. too. in the chateau of Pierrefonds. there was a time when Mouston began to grow fat. now. See.. Monsieur!" said Mouston. I lent a good hand myself. And. why these wretches of architects. and may wish to have seven suits always ready. there." exclaimed d'Artagnan. then. I beg your pardon. the fashions are always changing. by means of substantial feeding. we were in Pierrefonds. I had an idea.'tis natural. who know everything. "what a world of trouble it spared me. And then. and they have generally slight and slender figures." "Well." answered d'Artagnan. too prominent. my friend. and I greatly rejoiced over it at that time. to compress himself to get through the little secret door that those fools of architects had made in the chamber of the late Madame du Vallon. To be scrutinized and scanned by a fellow who completely analyzes you by inch and line." . to make him stout. my friend. and could then be measured in my stead. "You will see whether I am at all to blame in all this. "You understand. for I don't doubt your genius. Confound it! either one is a gentleman or he is not.'tis degrading." "Capitally reasoned." cried d'Artagnan. I do not yet understand." D'Artagnan glanced at Mouston. we are like those strongholds whose angles and different thicknesses have been ascertained by a spy." "In truth..I resolved to have always seven suits ready for the occasion." "Oh.invited to court to spend a week. as if to say." "No. my dear Porthos. came to make doorways through which nobody but thin people could pass?" "Oh! those doors. even though it occur only once a fortnight. well. who ought by rights to have the compasses in their eye. Without counting the time lost in being measured. Consider my joy when one morning I perceived Mouston was obliged. as you have said.always in the hope that he would come to equal myself in girth." "You remember that Mouston once was thin?" "Yes. which would doubtless have proved a good one but for Mouston's carelessness. "in regard to which I flattered myself I had hit on a very ingenious device. and I did all I could. you are not in fault." "And you remember. who replied by a slight movement of his body.. "That's true. They recognize your strong and weak points." resumed Porthos. my friend. but perhaps with the help of explanation-" "Here it is." "Ah. like myself.." continued Porthos. my dear friend. when he was called Mousqueton. the period when he began to grow fatter?" "No.

but Mouston is a foot and a half shorter than you. delighted at the idea of having concurred with the sages of antiquity. by seeing the rascal one day in a waistcoat of mine. Monsieur. Costar." "'Twas only to try it on.those which were made when you were of the same size?" "They are no longer the fashion. and give the thirty-six to Mouston. "that the fellow in two years has gained eighteen inches in girth.that is to say. but he forgot to inform me that he had grown stouter!" "But it was not my fault." "Exactly! They measured him down to the ground. Monsieur. d'Artagnan! I was talking to you of Mouston. Monsieur. instructing Mouston (so as always to have. about two thousand years ago. "Perfectly true. quite the contrary!" "No. "And now that I have received an explanation why doorways are made too narrow. Well.. and yet not one to wear."Madame du Vallon had no gallant!" answered Porthos. let us return to the subject of Mouston's fatness. You have how many new suits?thirty-six. has made the same observation as you have. and the end of the skirt came just below my knee. we have left him fattening under our very eyes." said Porthos. and as though I had been two years away from court.that I set out for Belle-Isle. And so.. that would not be right. Porthos. the fact was known before Aristotle's days. M. It seems to me." "What! my remark is not then original?" cried Porthos." "Ah. which he had turned into a coat. pay your compliments. and he calls the process by some Greek name. a fact of which I was well able to convince myself. which I forget." said Mouston. But suppose we return to Mouston. and to have him measured instead of myself.that is to say. who is fat. in every event." "Ah. there is something upon which to base them! It was exactly at that time. 'tis no less true." remarked Porthos. yes.a waistcoat the mere embroidery of which was worth a hundred pistoles." "A capital idea. I should look like a fresh arrival from Siam." "Yes. But see how the two things fit each other! I have always noticed that ideas run parallel. and so my last dozen coats are all too large in progressive measure from a foot to a foot and a half!" "But the rest. a savant of my acquaintance. "I thought I was the discoverer. "but the architects were imagining the possibility of your marrying again. nearly two years and a half ago. Porthos! Such a thing could happen only to you. quite the contrary." "I understand your difficulty. that is possible!" said Porthos." "What a wonder you are. Were I to put them on." ." said Mouston." continued Porthos. my friend." "And did Mouston neglect to comply with your instructions? Oh." "And this to such an extent. my dear friend. and it led us on to Madame du Vallon-" "Who was thin?" "Hum! is it not marvellous?" "My dear friend." "Well. Monsieur. "Wonderfully." "My friend. you must have a thirty-seventh made. "Well. Monsieur! Your tailor never told me. a pattern of every fashion) to have a coat made for himself every month." resumed d'Artagnan. majestically. he never forgot to have his coats made. astounded. Observe this phenomenon. Mouston!" "No. "From that moment I determined to put Mouston in communication with my tailors.. well. "Mouston fattened so well that he gratified all my hopes by reaching my standard.

dear friend. but be at ease. and had been spared by the Queen of Navarre. and come with me to a tailor. embroideries. Percerin?" "He is the King's tailor. le Baron du Vallon is informed that the King has condescended to place him on the invitation list-'" "Very good. I received the invitation yesterday. Percerin?" "Who is M. with a sigh. Fouquet?" "By no means. yes!" said Porthos. The letter bears the following as large as life:"'M. whatever you may say about it. too. "Let us go to the King's tailor. occupied a rather large house in the Rue St.as the King does. one covered with gold. who wished to appear to know the King's tailor. I see! You are invited on the part of M. Only. from whose reign dated." "Do you mean to think that I hadn't that idea. and only this morning discovered my misfortune. stamping on the floor. as we know. "to M. there isn't a single fashionable tailor who will undertake to make me a suit." cried Porthos. but you leave with M. by Jove! I thought he would be too much engaged." "Ah. parbleu!" "Oh! ah.the beautiful Margot. and from now till the day after to-morrow."when I think I shall have no clothes. or that I was deterred by the expense? But it wants only two days to the fete. I am ready to burst with rage! I should like to strangle somebody or destroy something!" "Neither strangle anybody nor destroy anything. you must allow yourself to be measured!" "Ah!" said Porthos. I may well allow him to measure me!" Chapter XXXI: Who Messire Jean Percerin Was THE King's tailor. Porthos. being hereditary tailor to the King. I will manage it all. "'tis vexatious." "Even M.by the King. he was the only ." "Doubtless he will be. fancies in bravery difficult enough to gratify. Put on one of your thirty-six suits. Monsieur!" said Mouston. it was Aramis who brought me the invitation. and velvet. we shall manage it! You won't leave for three days. isn't it?" "I especially wish it so!" "Oh. my good friend. as they used to write and say too in those days." "'Tis true. by my faith." "What! Do they measure the King too? Does he put up with it?" "The King is a beau.. but now heard his name mentioned for the first time. but Aramis has strongly advised me to be at Vaux twenty-four hours beforehand."Ah. made Mouston post hither with my wardrobe. The invitations are for Wednesday. The preferment of his house reached as far back as the time of Charles IX. Porthos! He will do for me what he won't do for another. Messire Jean Percerin. near the Rue de l'Arbre Sec. He was a man of great taste in elegant stuffs. Honore...because. like Ambroise Pare." "That is to say. The Percerin of that period was a Huguenot. I think." "Pooh! my agent has seen them all this morning. in sooth." he said.. and this is only Sunday morning." Porthos smiled triumphantly. to be sure.. "and since he measures the King. with a gratified air. that Monsieur has always been very generous to me. Percerin's. and so are you." "How! Aramis?" "Yes. Fouquet?" "And when I think. but what would you have me do?" "Do? As others do. "The truth is.

a country-house. touched to the quick in his patriotism and his self-esteem. very inexpensive indeed. and by way of keeping up his reputation beyond the grave. de Bassompierre. seeing that with himself his dynasty would end. entirely defeated these foreigners by his designs in brocatelle. and Marion de Lorme. He worked for Messieurs de Lyonne and Letellier. M. and by special authority from Louis XIV.so effectually that Concino was the first to give up his compatriots. sought to Italianize the fashion. king of the beaux of that period. Percerin had been a clever man all his life. de Cinq-Mars. Percerin being saved made. attained the lofty position of master tailor to the Crown of France. Colbert. the King Louis XIII had the generosity to bear no malice to his tailor and to retain him in his service. invented that admirable Spanish costume in which Richelieu danced a saraband. and introduced some Florentine tailors. Notwithstanding the favor Concino Concini had shown Percerin. The great Percerin . issuing from M. and having thus become irreproachable. for Queen Catherine. he speedily turned Catholic. M. but Percerin. who ended by being pleased at the preservation of a Huguenot on whom she had long looked with aversion. and his wife Galigai. He left a son and daughter. This same Percerin III. and wealthy. Mademoiselle Ninon. and thus wore a doublet of his on the very day that Vitry blew out his brains with his pistol at the Pont du Louvre. it is a matter for intuition. took very good care not to make a bad death of it. de Buckingham. old. out of gratitude. Great geniuses of every kind live upon unseen. And thus Percerin III had attained the summit of his glory when his father died. a pack of hounds.. At the time when Louis the Just afforded this great example of equity. some beautiful black bodices. one of whom made his debut at the marriage of Anne of Austria. and the exquisite court mourning for the aforementioned Queen.one who could make for her those wonderful riding-habits which she preferred to wear. The marriage of Henry IV and Marie de Medicis. they act without themselves knowing why. This is beyond explanation. Percerin had brought up two sons. both worthy of the name they were called upon to bear. made the fortune of the second generation of Percerins. together with a few words let fall by M. who subsequently shone at the French Court.the son a cutter as unerring and exact as the square rule. Now.." and stitched on to Buckingham's mantle those famous pearls which were destined to be scattered on the floors of the Louvre. Under Henry III. intangible ideas. under a sort of patronage. politic man as he was. Percerin's workshop. gay King as he was. and having no son. made the costumes for the tragedy of "Mirame. with all his family. and having heard it said that there was no more dangerous sign for a Huguenot than to be smiled upon by Catherine. which the Parisians rejoiced in hacking into so many pieces with the human flesh it covered. he never succeeded in fitting M. de Beaufort.at the very moment he felt his powers of invention declining. But Percerin was a prudent man. lackeys the tallest in Paris. but. and having observed that her smiles were more frequent than usual. It was that doublet. Concino Concini. A man becomes easily illustrious who has made the dresses of M.. he had brought up several hopeful pupils. this position was as high as one of the loftiest peaks of the Cordilleras. famous. M. yet further dressed Louis XIV. and so contrived to die very seasonably. seeing that they were marvellously well suited to hide certain anatomical defects which the Queen of Navarre used very studiously to conceal. which was a great cause of sorrow to him. and held the French tailor in such esteem that he would never employ any other. He possessed a carriage. the daughter apt at embroidery and at designing ornaments. and versed in State secrets.

(for. even though you were." "He has confused the names.for M. he could invent a mantle for Monsieur.nevertheless." "I will take it all upon myself. That rascal Mouston never can remember names. He might be called very lively." "Oh." "Possibly. the last of the Percerins who deserved the name of Great). At eighty years of age he still took with a steady hand the measure of women's waists. Colbert." "Perhaps." "And then?" "The fellow refused to supply me. said to his friend: "Take care. contrary to the rule of dynasties. I expect. be very impertinent. and that the superintendent highly esteemed him. it was. would make difficulties about receiving new ones. here we are!" "Here! how here? We are at the Halles. the courtiers used to say. he could never hit the measure of M. even. a clock for Madame's stocking. still fresh. as they were going along." We need scarcely say that Percerin was M. "That man." "Nor the carriage in front of us to mount on the one in front of it?" "Still less." "Stop the carriage. not to compromise the dignity of a man such as I am with the arrogance of this Percerin. Percerin would for the first time make clothes upon credit. one fine day slipped letters of nobility into his pocket. but the second never. "you have nothing to fear.. Percerin was nearly eighty years old. but look!" "Well." "Presented by me. that king of fops. and I see-" "What?" "Pardieu! that we are at the Halles!" "You do not. de Mazarin. instead of running after customers. my good d'Artagnan. Fouquet's tailor. that M." "Very good. Porthos. who. for I give you notice. It was stated. to take his arm when talking over the fashions. in return for a full suit of ceremonial vestments as cardinal. or those who had but recently obtained patents of nobility. and you told me the house was at the corner of the Rue de l'Arbre-Sec. And so Percerin declined to fit bourgeois. my friend. my needle never can hit him off. unless paid for the former order. "is beyond my art. but in spite of his supreme genius." "'Tis true. a misunderstanding. and at the same time so dry." he used often to say. who will.. that if he is wanting in respect to me I will chastise him. It is easy to see that a tailor of such standing. I suppose." replied d'Artagnan.. His renown and his fortune were great enough for Monsieur the Prince. I do look. want our horses to clamber up on the top of the carriage in front of us?" "No. and for those least eager to pay never to dare to leave their accounts in arrear with him. above all. which 'tis pressing to set right! Mouston must have made a mistake. that he was positively brittle. no doubt. Percerin was endowed with intelligence and wit.the great Percerin was inspired when he cut a robe for the Queen or a coat for the King. M. Porthos?" "I think that I once sent Mouston to a fellow of that name." "Ah! 'tis because-" "What! Have you anything against Percerin.what you are not." "Nor that the second should be driven over the roofs of the thirty . It was to the house of this great lord of tailors that d'Artagnan took the despairing Porthos.

He was looking at d'Artagnan and the rest. They both alighted. "Eh!" said he. D'Artagnan. leaving off drawing a stitch to turn a sentence. and enter the tailor's house. their turn to obtain an entrance to M. This man.not he. a man of sure and rapid observation. Our captain of Musketeers. insisted on having the doors opened. indeed. and he saw at once that if this man was working on anything. who scattered the groups of people right and left. he who was attacked made a dive and disappeared under the counter. we shall show ourselves more ready and less proud than they!" What are we to do. colors. pushing on Porthos. you are right. It was this action. but others. Nevertheless. with his chin resting upon his hand. that M. scarcely showed his head above the counter which sheltered him. In other respects. Percerin could not receive anybody.or forty others which have arrived before us?" "No. he pulled his hat down over his eyes. and did their best. and that. Some." said Porthos. his costume was plain. but having run over the groups. but d'Artagnan. Percerin was engaged upon five dresses for the King. He was about forty years of age. It was bruited about outside still. intended to take part in a ballet which would inevitably fail unless the said three had their costumes shaped by the very hand of the great Percerin himself. the gentleman who had pulled down his hat produced an effect entirely different from what he had desired. on perceiving and doubtless recognizing our captain. D'Artagnan was not deceived. and soft luminous eyes. like a calm and inquiring spectator. pronounced merely these words. which I will answer for our doing." "Come. like the rest. he was meditating in his office on the ornaments. If so." "And we are going to wait too?" "Oh. pale face.and among these last." and was let in with his friend. Only. "and so you have become a . it certainly was not on cloth. and when wounded pride or disappointed expectation brought down upon them too cutting rebukes.. then?" "Get down. especially if you go first. his eye rested on a man in front of him. seated upon a stool. three Blue Ribbons. succeeded in gaining the counter behind which the journeymen tailors were doing their best to answer questions. this man held up his head too often to be very productively employed with his fingers. The line of discontented lords formed a picture full of curious details. Percerin's doors were closed. and cut of these five suits. took it all in at a glance. with a melancholy aspect. The cause of the confusion was that M..they are waiting their turn. and made their way on foot towards the establishment. while a servant standing before them was explaining to the illustrious customers of the illustrious tailor that just then M. Those poor devils had enough to do. happy to repeat it to others. contented with this reason. to reply to the demands of the customers in the absence of their master." "Bah! Have the comedians of the Hotel de Bourgogne shifted their quarters?" "No. more tenacious. perhaps. Percerin's house. and his hair evenly cut enough for customers who were not close observers to take him for a mere tailor's apprentice perched behind the board and carefully stitching cloth or velvet. What a number of people! And what are they all about?" "'Tis very simple. We forgot to mention that at the door they wanted to put off Porthos. "The King's order.. showing himself. addressing this man. pass through the footmen and lackeys. went away again. on the authority of what the great lackey had said confidentially to some great noble whom he favored. then. that attracted d'Artagnan's attention. owing to the urgency of the case.

for I was occupied in looking at some excellent figures. bah! there are two days yet.five!" "Three or five." "Eh! yes. 'tis all the same to me. my dear Moliere. for I am engaged. so as the better to exhibit its lustre. either. they will be the most beautiful in the world. as the waves leave foam or scattered seaweed on the sands. .. go on. how hard you are upon me!" "If you don't go directly and tell M. M.tailor's boy. in a low tone. leaving at every angle of the counter either a murmur or a menace. but on the whole in a tolerably civil manner." "Well. introduced him to M. I will not disturb your study.that I won't exhibit to you the friend I have brought with me. "in Heaven's name! you will make them recognize me." said d'Artagnan. I am pressed for time. "This gentleman. 'tis much more than you require. d'Artagnan!" replied the man." "Oh. on the King's costumes." "Oh. my dear Monsieur. with his sleeves turned up. and after threading a labyrinth of corridors. for he immediately rose and led the way into the adjoining chamber.." Moliere fixed upon Porthos one of those looks which penetrate the minds and hearts of men." "Five. my dear monsieur. when they retire with the ebbing tide." said d'Artagnan. by no means radiant and by no means courteous. making another sign to d'Artagnan from under the hangings." "Go on." "Yes. my dear M. in the coolest possible manner.that you tell me where M. I am sure. in the tone of a courageous dog from which you snatch the bone it has legitimately gained." "Well. Moliere?" "Hush. they tell me. they must first be made. Only-" "Only that one can't enter it?" "Unapproachable. but that they may be the most beautiful in the world.. "I disturb myself! Ah. but "You were going to say there is no good in doing it. In about ten minutes Moliere reappeared. M. Moliere. is it not so?" "Alas! no. is it not?" "Yes. with Porthos in the rear. there is no harm. was gathering up in folds a piece of gold-flowered brocade. my dear M. and then he went away. Percerin really is." "Thank you. Chapter XXXII: The Samples DURING all this time the crowd was slowly rolling on. Percerin. I know. and what harm?" "The fact is. willingly! in his own room. "The captain of the Musketeers will excuse me. Percerin's room. Once made. Percerin that I am here." Moliere indicated Porthos by an imperceptible gesture. so that I might be at my ease to make my observations. You are making three. I know that. He brought me here. he put the silk aside. The latter hurried after him. Moliere! I quite understand the interest you take in it. Perceiving d'Artagnan." "For everybody?" "For everybody. The old man. M. Percerin. Captain. "I warn you of one thing. M. softly. and to do this." "I!" exclaimed Moliere. d'Artagnan. and I know that you will make them most exquisitely. I do not deny it. but you will go and tell him I am here. The subject doubtless appeared very promising to him." "But on one condition. and came to meet him. M.

even in his whims. Percerin an influence superior even to d'Artagnan's. a man who considers himself disgraced if . crossly. who from his first entry into the room had been regarding the tailor askance." Percerin turned crimson. d'Artagnan laughed. "I bring you a customer. "I am nearly always pushed for time." "Come. and addressing Moliere said to him in an undertone. "I will attend to Monsieur." said he. dear M." interposed d'Artagnan. Percerin. Percerin. "Monsieur. "you are not in a good temper to-day." said Percerin. our bishop!" said Porthos." returned Porthos. which will bring you on your knees: Monsieur is not only a good friend of mine. Percerin." said d'Artagnan. "A very good friend of mine. is as much as to refuse." "To you I will not say nay. Percerin. M. "My dear M." shouted Porthos. which found no favor in the eyes of the terrible Porthos." said he. "Agree. le Baron du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds.a very ominous sign indeed in old men blanched by age." "Later? but when?" "Why.a friend of M. "Aramis!" murmured d'Artagnan. but more. rudely. "there is always time when one chooses to find it. d'Artagnan. good-morning. I will say one more word to you. "Good-morning. and turning round upon Porthos. discontentedly. Fouquet. Fouquet". my dear Monsieur." "I repeat that it is impossible. "that is another thing." returned the obstinate old man." he continued." "That. but d'Artagnan did not pay the least attention to the airs which the illustrious tailor began to assume. and dismiss them. when I have time. "Go and get measured on the other side.a silvery voice which made d'Artagnan prick up his ears." said a mild voice at the door. "I am attached to myself. sententiously. good-morning. for the tailor bowed in assent. come. d'Herblay!" cried the tailor. "Ah. "Very likely." "Ah! ah!" exclaimed the tailor." "You have already told my valet as much. "You see before you. Porthos. then. you will make it for him at once. "M. "Monsieur the Baron is attached to the superintendent?" he inquired." "But that is not all. D'Artagnan saw the storm coming. "By no means.. at the very moment when the tapestry was raised to introduce a new speaker in the dialogue. Well. "Come. Moliere was all observation. Porthos colored in a formidable manner. and I will answer for it you will gratify M. and he accompanied the words with a sign which seemed to say.Percerin raised his head with the air of a man little accustomed to be contradicted." said Percerin. come. Captain." "Ah! ah!" exclaimed Percerin." Then turning to Porthos.. because the dress is wanted for the fete at Vaux. above all if I ask you. "is very free to confer his custom elsewhere." continued d'Artagnan. It was the voice of Aramis.. Porthos swore. "but later." It appeared that Aramis had over M. "you will make a dress for the baron? 'Tis I who ask you." "'Tis impossible before eight days. Percerin attempted a bow." concluded d'Artagnan." broke in Porthos." "My friend. "My dear Percerin. my dear friends'" said Aramis. make the baron's dress. "M.

Why? From curiosity. Aramis-" "No. that a poor Bishop of Vannes is not rich enough to have new for every fete. Percerin? Why did you not tell me so at once?" "Something private.." "But how in the devil can it be done?" asked Porthos. so as not to lose the conclusion of a scene so well begun."I . "My dear Percerin. my friend?" Aramis smiled. aside. But clear-sighted as he was. study this type for me. only half convinced. but one which from the knowledge he had of his friend's character the musketeer felt must be important." said he. as I think. delighted. "this is what it is. but without a new dress." said d'Artagnan." repeated d'Artagnan.. Aramis saw that d'Artagnan was not without suspicion. had not escaped him." "Oh!" said Porthos. I am boring you. who are too sensitive to allow low-born fellows to touch them. laughing.a proceeding which appeared particularly to disconcert him. he had relapsed into his contemplation of the brocades. "I have long given over all these follies!" "True." "Oh. "how do you make that out. no. my friend. I have no further business here. by all means!" he said." said Aramis.you measure the flesh and bones that Heaven has given him. You forget. "that is. either?" "Oh. "if you will deign to follow me. D'Artagnan remained with Percerin.a process which." said Moliere. bowing. "A dress for you also. and he knew that in that impenetrable mind even the most apparently trivial thing was designed to some end. "if you will come with me. wounds the natural dignity of man." he said. "Don't you perceive.. "that we are greatly boring this good gentleman. d'Artagnan.an unknown one." repeated Aramis. and if perchance Monsieur should be one of these-" "Corboeuf! I believe I am one of them." exclaimed Aramis. and if you are as disengaged as I." "Well." Then aloud. that is a capital coincidence. then.I wished-" "Ah! you had something private to say to M. for Aramis's annoyance. you will see. is it not. We know some susceptible persons who will not put up with being measured. Aramis deceived himself. let us leave. d'Artagnan. Perhaps he fancied from d'Artagnan's liveliness that he would leave with Porthos. and profit by it. "Well.. dear d'Artagnan. and his gaze dwelt upon the baron Porthos. certainly. my dear d'Artagnan?" "Ah! ah!" murmured the musketeer. "Stay. no! I am going. and you will have the benefit of our invention." Aramis observed this scene with all his eyes. well dissembled as it was. d'Artagnan drew near the Bishop of Vannes. On his part. "Monsieur. probably to enjoy a little longer the society of his good friend Aramis. "and do we write no more poems now. "No. smiling. "Monsieur. As Moliere and Porthos disappeared. It is a new method we have invented for measuring people of quality. "You will go to Vaux. my friend?" "I say that they shall apply neither line nor rule to the seams of your dress. however?" "I shall go. I will make them take your measure without the measurer touching you." Moliere had no need of encouragement. Aristophanes. but imparting to his voice an evident tone of curiosity. "but not from you. not I. and pressed him. doubtless." Then turning towards the tailor. I hope you will believe that I can never have anything so private to say that a friend like you may not hear it. Porthos and Moliere left together." "Bah!" said the musketeer. As for Percerin." said he.

Percerin that first he laughed to himself. "But. by snatching from his hands the stuff upon which he was engaged. "but why Lebrun?" Aramis looked at d'Artagnan. I too am quite in the dark. when they had become quiet. and which holds its sittings at St." "Ah." said Aramis. prince of the church though you are. "I see. the finish of it all!" "Well. opening a side-door with his right hand and holding back d'Artagnan with his left. my friend! No.a surprise M. one in velvet. Percerin. Aramis took an "opportunity. with a most engaging smile. d'Artagnan. even less deceived this time than before." "Then. but how do you know all that. "My dear Percerin. Be at ease. come in!" said Aramis. and one in Florentine stuffs?" "Yes." murmured d'Artagnan. Aramis suffered them to laugh. Lebrun. who seemed to be occupied with an engraving of Mark Antony. so exaggerated. Monseigneur?" said Percerin. M. one of M. Fouquet's painters. . if it is so important as all that.." cried the tailor. these five kinds of dress are required by etiquette." "Oh. one in satin." "You know everything. I prefer not to know it. so monstrous to M. and myself do know. Pellisson. not because he found the matter so "very funny. my dear Monsieur. are you not?. Fouquet's Epicureans. Monseigneur. M. Monseigneur! "And a great many more things too. astounded. very well! I understand. in a tone of inquiry. the nature of the ornaments. dear Percerin. Lebrun. making a show of departure." said Aramis. the secret which concerns him is far more important than the other. "what you do not know." he continued. indeed!" exclaimed the Gascon. very good!" thought d'Artagnan. we are going to put our poets in uniform. Lebrun. for the third time. terrified. The request appeared. and while saying this in an absent manner. and Moliere are members. "My dear M. "And you wish to have made for him a dress similar to those of the Epicureans?" answered Percerin. a concert.is the color of the materials. Is it not a kind of poetical society. what only the King. I will not mention it. and a reception. Mande?" "Exactly so. have you not?" "Undoubtedly. Loret. "Come in." said he. Lebrun has nothing to do with this part of it. of which La Fontaine. then aloud.am even very happy that you are here. you have surely heard speak of M." quoth Percerin. bah!" exclaimed the tailor." "Ah." "Oh.one in brocade. a banquet.. the worthy tailor endeavored to recapture his piece of brocade. "that is precisely what I have come to ask you. D'Artagnan followed his example. though Aramis had pronounced these words in his sweetest and most honeyed voice. and enroll them in the service of the King. and finished with a shout. if that is the secret about M. "it is written that our dear d'Artagnan shall know all our secrets this evening. and then. Well. Percerin never moved." said d'Artagnan. what nobody will know. and the cut. Fouquet is getting up for the King. in triumph. "you are making five dresses for the King. on reflection. the ensemble. "I have near at hand M. There will be a hunt. a promenade." but in order not to allow Aramis to cool. "I' faith." "Always agreeable. "An Epicurean's dress?" asked d'Artagnan. one in hunting-cloth. Mademoiselle de la Valliere. so ridiculous. Yes. "It is all very simple. Aramis roused him violently. my friend." as is said in theatrical matters.

" "What! you do not understand that M. "does M.. it is a happy idea. yes!" said the musketeer. by a succession of surprises. Fouquet's idea. a noble spirit!" The tailor stammered. and observed that the dresses were highly elaborated. is a man who draws most exactly.so many strange and startling aspects wore the proposal which Aramis had just hazarded. which will be a striking resemblance. doubtless. "Why.the enrollment of our Epicureans?" "Admirable." "Well. "Yes. will tell you that I could not do otherwise than ask you this. tell him that it will not at all lower him in my opinion. "but as the superintendent told me. M. That is why I at once agreed to make him a costume. you are right.you understand. "Sire. my dear M."At first view. Fouquet wishes to afford the King the surprise of finding his portrait on his arrival at Vaux. Fouquet's. Lebrun is not in want of the dresses you will make for himself. "what do you say to this?" "I say that-" "That you are. M. did not consider overdone. and I shall always esteem him." Then scanning Percerin." said the attentive musketeer. only-" "Only?" repeated Percerin. do you not?" "Eh! eh!.and I by no means count upon compelling you. for you understand. "Let us see. for once. I even understand all the delicacy you feel in taking up with M. my dear Monsieur. who is incarnate wisdom itself. my dear Aramis. I will wager it is one of your own.'. we accept your offer. Percerin.. more and more calm and smiling. "Well. now." continued Aramis. I had intended to present your Majesty with your portrait." "My dear Monsieur. I will say more." said Aramis. Lebrun. ought to be dressed exactly as the King will be on the day it is shown?" "Oh. nearly convinced. Fouquet give the King a fete? Is it not to please him?" "Assuredly.. yes. and that the moment of battle was approaching." replied the bishop." "Yes. my good friend. "Help me now to persuade Monsieur. but owing . d'Artagnan. here. "I appear to be hazarding an absurd question." he asked.you dread appearing to flatter the King. or an original one. "Only?" continued Aramis. M. D'Artagnan nodded assent. after noticing d'Artagnan's hesitation. I don't know.." "Let us see. your Grace is mad!" cried the poor tailor. which d'Artagnan. perceiving with his wonderful instinct that they had only been skirmishing till now. so plausible was this reasoning." Percerin made a bound backwards. Monseigneur. and shall presently avail ourselves of it. "It would indeed be a very pretty compliment to pay the young Prince. A noble spirit. free to refuse. do I not? But d'Artagnan.'I shall be constrained to say to the King. Aramis. this is the surprise we intend. by some happy device. Percerin. rather troubled.whether one to agree with those of the Epicureans. calmest and most appreciative of men. in extremity." "Well. "By delicate attentions. "I have seen his pictures. but just now M." said Percerin. I declare. and that the portrait.." continued Aramis. then.not exactly." said he. "The King's dresses! Give the King's dresses to any mortal whatever! Oh. Fouquet's words. I know well. Percerin. "Help me now. "'I shall be compelled to say to the King." said Percerin. that these are M.. 'If Percerin refuse." said Percerin. "either mine or M. incredulously. but of those you are making for the King. like that of which we were talking.

Percerin opposed the project. terrified at the responsibility which would weigh upon him." said Aramis. and on canvas we shall lack that exact resemblance which is absolutely requisite. and to prevent it. suddenly stopped him. "and that because of a want of precision in the colors. is the meaning of this imbroglio?" the musketeer kept saying to himself. is it not?" said Aramis to d'Artagnan. 'tis time I left this place. I will not be your accomplice. cut out five samples and handed them to the Bishop of Vannes. then. Aramis. in a charming tone." "But." "Then wait for me. for example. pocketing the samples." "An idea. consequently. close your box. "adieu. "this ought to be the knot of the whole thing. my dear Lebrun." "And. double Jesuit that you are. "Yes." said the bishop. M.. Adieu. "I to oppose the desire. goaded by the idea that the King should be told he had stood in the way of a pleasant surprise. M. "the light is abominable here. what a hateful word you have uttered.to a feeling of delicacy. "My dear Aramis. whether comedy or tragedy. and duped moreover by the feigned good-nature of Aramis. "M. "your colors will deceive you. "I like this better. yes. Mordioux! will this Percerin give it now?" Percerin." said Aramis." Nevertheless. Monsieur. had offered Lebrun a chair." cried Lebrun. "If I am your dupe. aloud. He felt that there was an intrigue at the bottom of it. quietly. "but time is wanting. who was closely watching all the phases of his toil. Time is necessary for observing the finer shades. which imported into France in the time of Concini had been given to Percerin II by Marechal d'Ancre after the discomfiture of the Italian tailors ruined in their competition." "Quite true. beaten in his last retreat. Lebrun. Lebrun went on copying the materials and ornaments with the closest fidelity. thank God! I call the captain of the Musketeers to witness it! Is it not true." he said." said Aramis. but creditable. aloud.a process which Aramis watched with ill-concealed impatience. the fifth being still in the workmen's hands. "I would answer for the effect!" "Good!" said d'Artagnan. I can do nothing. and with time and a better light-" "Oh. the will of M. d'Artagnan. Monseigneur! Oppose! Oh." said d'Artagnan. he was disgusted at not being able to fathom it." "Then the affair will fail. "That will certainly never do."'" "Opposed!" cried the tailor." cried the vexed painter. Fouquet when he is seeking to please the King! Oh. and proceeded to bring from a wardrobe four magnificent dresses. but in the mean while wished to keep clear. and roll up your canvas. "What in the devil. Lebrun." said Percerin. 'tis not I who said it. I am going to rejoin Porthos. then. that I have opposed nothing?" D'Artagnan made a sign indicating that he wished to remain neutral. That is your opinion. Monseigneur. an idea! If we had a sample of the materials. "for I have done. and shall not be sorry to say a parting word to our . and these masterpieces he successively fitted upon four lay figures. they want a sample of each of the materials. But already Percerin. and on that head you will agree with me. exaggerated perhaps. always your friend. now. "my opinion is that you are always the same. in a low voice. "I think you have not quite got it. The painter set to work to draw and then to paint the dresses." said d'Artagnan." he added. M. But Aramis.

" "What did he do. hoping there would be one to suit mine." said Moliere. "What! Aramis. are you going to take this gentleman to St. "To St.an operation which Aramis never hazarded without a certain uneasiness. "above all." Lebrun packed up." concluded Porthos. Moliere is not altogether what he seems. But the friendly pressure having been performed not too painfully for him. "Why. then. Probably. enthusiastically. inquired. du Vallon?" "We have finished. "yes. who was looking upon him with a species of idolatry." said Aramis. but he is a great man. 'tis an unheard of thing that people should have been so stupid as not to have discovered . but the largest.. I don't know where. bah! tell me how he did it!" "First. "Completely so. blooming. Aramis went straight up to Porthos and offered him his delicate hand. smiling. my dear Porthos. D'Artagnan. Percerin put back the dresses into the closet." said he.done for me!" cried Porthos." replied Porthos. which lost itself in the gigantic hand of his old friend. then. surprised at seeing the proud Bishop of Vannes fraternizing with a journeyman tailor." continued d'Artagnan. and grasped the hand which the captain of the Musketeers furtively offered him. mincingly. "will you come with me to St." "Besides. Monsieur the Baron. "our work is pressing. Moliere took his leave of Porthos with much ceremony." "Indeed!" "It is exactly as I tell you. and he left with Aramis. Monsieur. he has done that which no tailor ever yet accomplished.he has taken my measure without touching me!" "Ah. is this M. my friend.that of the drum-major of the Swiss Guardwas two inches too short. for a number of lay figures. fascinating. "And you are satisfied?" asked d'Artagnan. and half a foot too slender. Moliere. Moliere Formed His First Idea of the "Bourgeois Gentilhomme" D'ARTAGNAN found Porthos in the adjoining chamber. Mande to try on the dresses which M. but not even ever anything so good. and as a man would who had not only never seen anything better. this gentleman is one of M." "In what way?" asked Porthos." said Aramis. "Pray. and they all left the study. the Bishop of Vannes passed over to Moliere. Monseigneur. Aramis put his hand on his pocket to assure himself that the samples were secure. Chapter XXXIII: Where.. and he is expected at St. Mande?" "I will go anywhere you like. what has he done for you?" "My friend. I ask you. my dear M. if you have done with M. "that is. that you are so pleased with him?" "What has he done for me. and chatting with Moliere." answered Moliere. d'Artagnan. Mande!" cried Porthos. it is a very simple matter! I' faith." "You will have your dress after tomorrow. then?" "Oh. "Well. He was not at all put at fault by the circumstance. of all heights and sizes. they went. Fouquet has ordered for the Epicureans. or a disappointed Porthos." replied Porthos. but no longer an irritated Porthos." "Come. "What has this tailor done for you. Percerin's chief clerks. be exact. Monsieur." "'Tis precisely so.friend. Monsieur. Mande?" "Yes. "M. "Yes. taking Porthos's arm. Moliere." answered Moliere. or at the very least a great tailor. my dear Porthos. but Porthos radiant.

if you prefer that. Voliere wanted with me-" "Moliere. I must own I did not exactly understand what this good M. "'a gentleman ought to measure himself." "Well." "Ah! well. very good! Let us return to the glass. Do me the pleasure to draw near this glass'.." "Moliere? You call him so. Moliere's plan?" "'Tis this: instead of pulling me to pieces. following throughout the shape of my arms and my shoulders. or Poquelin. as all these rascals do. This excellent M. with his soft voice. Your figure is exactly reflected in this mirror." "Yes. and M.' he continued. When I wish to recollect his name. that I shall recollect his name too well.all of them low and dishonorable practices-" D'Artagnan made a sign of approbation with his head. all the while expounding this maxim. yes. and double my joints. I shall think of voliere [an aviary]." "Ah. my dear Porthos. and as I have one at Pierrefonds-" "Capital!" returned d'Artagnan.it would no doubt be a way of flattering the King." "Then this good M.but the looking-glass was too large for me." "Oh. 'Take care." "No. it is the very glass in which the King sees himself. my friend). I warn you!' But he.' said I to him." said d'Artagnan. 'one may in awkward circumstances or in a troublesome position have one's doublet on one's shoulder. and not desire to take it off-'" "True. it must be made according to your figure. "that is an excellent maxim. and I drew near the glass. 'Tis true that its height was made up of three Venetian plates of glass. I know not how that may be. making me bend in my back. that your dress may fit you well. We shall measure this reflection." "Ah. which I thought admirable.' he said to me." said d'Artagnan. thirty dresses." "Yes.. Moliere set to work tracing out lines on the mirror with a piece of Spanish chalk. "'Seeing that." said d'Artagnan. You will see now.'" "In fact... "you saw yourself in the glass. Moliere.you are right." continued Porthos. but where did they find one in which you could see your whole figure?" "My good friend. Aramis explained them to the architect. said: 'Monsieur. unfortunately.this method from the first. and its breadth of the three similar pieces in juxtaposition. Porthos. placed one above another. 'what you are going to do with me." "That is why I found it all the more astonishing when he expatiated upon it. Moliere. we must admit. what excellent words you have at your command! Where in the world did you make the collection?" "At Belle-Isle. my dear Porthos. my friend." "Ah! he expatiated?" "Parbleu!" "Let me hear his theory." "Yes: Moliere. Moliere's plan.'" "In reality. tell me M. What annoyance and humiliation they would have spared me!" "Not to speak of the dresses..'It is necessary that a dress should not incommode its wearer. I like Moliere best." "Yes.' continued M. but the King is a foot and a half shorter than you are. seldom carried out in practice. with his soft voice (for he is a courteous fellow. do you? I shall make a point of recollecting his name. And as the fear of being measured still possessed me. "'And so. "'Monsieur.. Voliere-" "Moliere. which is. Voliere-" . my dear friend.he. I am very ticklish.

" "And how will you remember this name better than the other?" "You understand. I think. and keeps every one in his place. my friend! I am listening to you with admiration." "I shall recall to mind Madame Coquenard." "What did I say.the academic guard.. What do you do?' 'I take it off. and my breast with the wrist." "Yes. but he took his time over it." "Moliere." "'Tis wonderful!" cried d'Artagnan. "Perfectly. Monsieur. supported my right arm." "So that you were at rest?" asked d'Artagnan. a great difference between being supported and being measured.' 'No.Poquelin.' he replied. dear friend..' 'Ah. "he made a sign. even in drawing your sword. prefer to call him. while my right arm." continued Porthos. 'Does it weary you?' he asked. true! This Poquelin. Two lads approached: one supported my left arm. and Poquenard drew me on the glass. 'Very good. The garcon complied. 'How "no"?' 'I say that the dress should be so well made that it can in no way encumber you." "Poquelin. "'tis the true guard. after all. then?" "You said 'Coquelin. 'That will not be humiliating to you?' 'My friend." "I prefer to call him Poquelin. yes. I did it with such wondrous firmness that two panes of glass burst out of the window." "This Coquelin sketched my arm on the glass-" "I beg your pardon. "Then." "Poquelin. and you have your doublet on your back.'" "Ah. that I was very handsome. 'there is. and my wrist curved." "Hold! I should certainly. Stay! decidedly I prefer calling him Voliere.you are right." ." "You have said the very word. sketched my arm on the glass.' I answered.'" "The distinction is full of sense. no. nard into lin. "Go on. half extended." "I much like the plan: it is respectful.' said I. no. men supported those of the prophet.' said he. wasn't it?" "During that time Voliere drew me on the mirror. Moliere.he kept looking at me a good deal. nothing. I will not allow it. 'but I could yet hold out an hour. my friend." "'Twas delicate in him. does he not?" "Yes. astounded. ''Tis nothing. and instead of Coquenard I shall have Poquelin. 'keep your position. while the other. The fact is." interrupted the captain. We have here some willing fellows who will make it a duty to support your arms. 'you want to draw your sword.' went on M. securely covered my waist with the elbow. the ruffle drooping." "Good!" "I shall change Coq into Poq.. 'Support Monsieur by the waist." "Yes." "And there it ended?" "Without a soul having touched me.He calls himself Poquelin. 'Well.What did you say his other name was?" "Poquelin. bending a little in my hands.' said he.' I raised my left arm in the air. and then it was over. 'Another man!' cried he. 'A little. 'And so. the forearm gracefully bent. of old. A third approached." said d'Artagnan.' I answered. ah!' 'Put yourself on guard!' pursued he. then."Moliere.' I replied. In the mean while Voliere-" "Moliere. as. with infinite address.. my friend.

" "Oh.. I was laughing over my good fortune. absent-minded. my dear fellow. and the Honey THE Bishop of Vannes. "I' faith.every one in his compartment. indeed! I am very willing to leave you to say Voliere. "At least. since you say you have the run of the gardens at Parnassus." "Oh. and we shall assuredly see the scene hit off to the life in some comedy or other. coming from Moliere." "'Tis true. employed in producing the honey intended for that royal cake which M. I greatly deceive myself. as d'Artagnan called him. on the other hand." Porthos smiled." "It seems I am the first who has had his measure taken in that manner. and marquisesaccording to their measure.a wandering. and at knowing where to find its original again whenever he should desire to convert his sketch into a picture."Except the three garcons who supported you. Percerin's. before those fetes had taken place. and not a little so. Well. Pellisson. indeed! I believe you. returned to St. that does not surprise me from Moliere. and those on the freest footing in the house. Percerin's house and rejoined their carriage." "Are you sure of it?" "Nearly so. quite delighted at having made such a capital rough sketch." answered d'Artagnan. Certain signs of intelligence that passed between Voliere and the other garcons showed me the fact. d'Artagnan and Porthos quitted M. like the bees in their cells. who is a very ingenious fellow. the Bees. for you see my friend Moliere is of all known tailors the man who best clothes our barons. with all the charming innocence of a journalist. I don't know a happier man than you. He so often disturbed Pellisson." "Won't it be of use to him. this. I am sure. or I have been the means of a good windfall to that rascal Moliere." On this observation.Loret was composing an account of the fetes of Vaux. I think. All the first story of the left wing was occupied by the most celebrated Epicureans in Paris. Loret. was engaged in drawing out the plan of the prologue to "Les Facheux. arrived in the merriest of moods. already explained to you the difference there is between supporting and measuring. no. Fouquet proposed to offer his Majesty Louis XIV during the fete at Vaux. who said afterwards to himself." "It will be of great use to him by and by. boring. "Voliere. Chapter XXXIV: The Beehive. that the latter. Mande in no very good humor. supply me with a rhyme. congratulate me." said d'Artagnan. unbearable shade. La Fontaine.. Moliere." . raising his head. does not surprise me. But what is this last piece of luck that has befallen you?" "Well. but I myself shall continue to say Moliere. La Fontaine sauntered about among them. it will. no.the journalists of all ages have always been so artless!. "What are you laughing at?" asked d'Artagnan." "Well. neither the application nor the depth of which shall we discuss." "I desire nothing better. wherein we will leave them in order to look after Moliere and Aramis at St. much annoyed at having met d'Artagnan at M. or Coquelin de Voliere. my friend. but I have. counts. buzzing and humming at everybody's shoulder a thousand poetic inanities. crossly said." "Doubtless. as Porthos styled him. his head leaning on his hand. and whom you inspired with this grand idea. I was saying. Mande.. "Must I confess it? Well. my friend. which was to be put on the stage by Poquelin de Moliere." a comedy in three acts. that is true.

" said La Fontaine. thou wilt never be aught but an ass. I should never have discovered that. with a lieutenant in the light horse. one cannot talk of wheel-ruts when celebrating the delights of Vaux." continued La Fontaine." "True. my friend?" broke in Moliere." "That is wrong." "Do you think so?" "Ah! I advise you. not to leave an insult like that unpunished. again lost in his work. with a heavy sigh and swimming eyes. "Ah. do you. indeed.a habit which will ever prevent your becoming a poet of the first order.. "Oh. "Besides. "Ah." "The devil!" cried Loret." answered La Fontaine. "I will go and burn a hundred verses I have just made. you have an abominable habit. my friend. following up his idea. as Madame de Sevigne used to call him. "I say I shall never be aught but an ass. and there is much that is good in your 'Fables. Pellisson?" "Yes." cried Moliere." "Then I will never write anything again but in prose. Then. Pellisson?" Pellisson." "Orniere. your remark is too sweeping. my friend." said La Fontaine." answered La Fontaine. "What way?" "Write them first and burn them afterwards. "what a dangerous thing! One would go mad with it!" "The devil." "How simple it is! Well. "But if Pellisson said you were a puppy. "Did you ever fight?" "Once only. took good care not to answer. You rhyme in a slovenly manner.'" "And to begin." said Moliere." "Where are your verses?" "In my head. what will happen if you do not burn them?" "They will remain in my mind. I often suspected I was nothing but a rascally poet! Yes. whose aside he had heard. 'tis the very truth. approaching the poet. who had taken up Pellisson's reproach in earnest." said Loret. as you are a gentleman. I do. "I want a rhyme to lumiere. devil!" repeated La Fontaine. What a mind that devil Moliere has!" said La Fontaine. becoming slightly pale." answered Pellisson. Remember that a rhyme is never good so long as one can find a better. with increasing grief." "Oh!" exclaimed La Fontaine. it doesn't rhyme." "Oh! oh! you think so." "You see! I am a puppy!" "Who said so?" "Parbleu! 'twas Pellisson. "what can I do?" "I have discovered the way." "Ah! ah!" said Moliere. Jean de la Fontaine!" he added. who had entered during the last words of the conversation." "Well. "Pellisson has gravely insulted you. did you not. "How! doesn't rhyme?" cried La Fontaine. devil. "but if I do not burn them-" "Well. "What are you saying there. and I shall never forget them. if they are in your head you cannot burn them. striking his forehead. "Yes. "it seems that I rhyme in a slovenly manner."What rhyme do you want?" asked the Fabler." "Do not say so. but my good friend. "Yes." "What wrong had he done you?" "It seems he was my wife's lover." he added. but as at La . in surprise.

" he said." "Ah! you are of my opinion?" "So much so." "I do think it indispensable. returning to the topic of the conversation." said Moliere. Now." "Doubtless it would suit capitally. "I tell you all this." "A hundred thousand!" cried La Fontaine. I was thinking a prologue would admirably suit your entertainment.. and I continue to be the happiest of husbands. and on your refusal begged you to ask Pellisson.this insult?" "No. you." said La Fontaine. are you not?" "Yes.'Les Facheux.'Les Facheux'." "It is like rivage. and continued to make La Fontaine speak. but with four." "You asked me to write it?" "Yes. and then made an apology. yes. Monsieur." "And you considered yourself satisfied?" said Moliere. tell me really now whether lumiere does not rhyme with orniere." "I should make them rhyme. whose insult he had quite forgotten. morbleu! let us set to again.Fontaine's declaration the others had turned round.'" "Ah. "he was compelled to resume his relations with Madame." "Hem!" cried Pellisson. he declares he has himself made a hundred thousand verses." continued La Fontaine. especially." "And I am going to challenge him on your behalf. truly! I had already forgotten. I picked up my sword. Moliere alone passed his hand across his eyes. do me the pleasure to continue your visits as heretofore. "because you are preparing an entertainment for Vaux. yes. that I asked you to write this prologue. "and they will rhyme." continued La Fontaine. Chapelain is meditating. Well. "that legume. 'I have not fought you because you were my wife's lover. promising never again to set foot in my house. "he is off now.. my dear Pellisson. "It is all the same. especially in the plural. you eternally absent-minded creature!" said Moliere." continued La Fontaine. "four times as many as in 'La Pucelle." "And I have made a hundred thousand such rhymes in my time." "Ah. as orniere does with lumiere.' I said. rhymes with posthume. Moliere kept upon his lips the rallying smile which had so nearly died away. if you think it indispensable. "It is certain. who is . "Moliere says so. that on the ground my opponent disarmed me." "Come. 'I beg your pardon. which rhymes admirably with herbage. Is it also on this subject that you have composed a hundred thousand verses?" "Listen to me. and Moliere is a judge of it.' which M. Put ornieres and lumieres in the plural. "Pellisson has insulted you. "I want your advice. you can do so. seeing that then it rhymes not with three letters. I recollect." "Well. and I am going-" "Stay!" exclaimed La Fontaine." "In the plural." All burst out laughing.." "Upon what?. Why? Perhaps to wipe away a tear. but he was not a philosopher."and what was the result of the duel?" "The result was. since I have never known any peace save since you made her acquaintance. laughing. "Not at all! on the contrary." "Yes. I would take my oath of it. for instance. clapping his hand on the shoulder of his friend. Alas! we know that Moliere was a moralist. but because I was told I ought to fight. or.' And so." "Ah! I knew you would." "But-" said Moliere. perhaps to smother a sigh.

" "When?" "When you call me absent-minded. "If you could rhyme like that. my dear La Fontaine.a . then..O nymphe qui quittez cette grotte profonde Pour venir admirer le plus grand roi du monde." "Good! That is something like a rhyme. 'tis the same to me! And so your entertainment is called 'Les Facheux'? Well. the verb?" obstinately insisted Pellisson." he continued. It is a wretched defect. my dear fellow." said Pellisson. "The nymph of Vaux! Thank you. O nymphe." "Well.Et l'on vit la nymphe de Vaux Donner le prix a leurs travaux. I will cure myself of it. no!" "It would be hazardous."I was fancying-" "What were you fancying?" said Loret.qui. you speak with very good sense sometimes. and yet why so?" "There is too great a difference in the cadences. and I am going to write your prologue for you. my dear Moliere." "Ah! that is what Pellisson is doing. "that the nymph of Vaux-" "Ah." "But seeing that Pellisson is about it-" "Ah. whoever said so. "I was fancying." "Well. "Pour venir admirer le plus grand roi du monde." "Then you see clearly that I am nothing but a poor creature. "But the verb. going over to him." exclaimed La Fontaine." continued La Fontaine. Pellisson!" cried La Fontaine." said Pellisson." "And even with capricieux. beautiful!" cried Loret. then." "But the verb. La Fontaine. in the middle of a sentence. La Fontaine-" "But it seems I do rhyme like that.qui!" "Ah. would you?" "Why not?" "Qui. quittez. the verb?" asked Pellisson. can you not make heureux rhyme with facheux?" "If obliged. since Loret says it is I who gave him the two lines he has just read." "You would put qui quittez." said Moliere. true! Double rascal that I am! Loret was indeed right in saying I was a puppy. if you can rhyme so well. "Make haste!" "You are writing the prologue to 'Les Facheux. "tell me now in what way you would begin my prologue?" "I should say for instance." "Oh. "that in the second verse venir admirer is very weak.After qui I should place a verb in the second person plural of the present indicative. you have just given me the two concluding verses of my paper." "I was fancying. La Fontaine. "you are a shocking pedant!" "Without counting." said La Fontaine. "This second person plural of the present indicative?" "Well. leaving Moliere for Loret.engaged upon it at this moment." "It was not Loret who said so. my friend. and should go on thus: cette grotte profonde. then? I' faith.." "Ah.' are you not?" "No. no. mordieu! it is Pellisson. yes.

that great black drone. de Gourville has promised me some crawfish." "Good!" said Moliere. La Fontaine placed himself at a table. when La Fontaine opened the door and shouted out." "Then. Pellisson was right a hundred times over. and then for after the fete." "I shall dine here.' yes." "'He loves. "M."he loves his home." "In that case I must give notice at home." Aramis here re-entered. his article on the marvellous fetes he predicted. and Aramis."Moyennant que tu l'ecrevisses." "And it was not Loret. My housekeeper told me that my own is rather faded." said Moliere. "Remember. and every one resumed his self-possession and his pen." "You expected yours. "being kept to his room by business. decked with purple and gold. it was Pellisson. Loret. But what annoys me more than anything. Aramis distributed the notes of invitation. is that I fear we shall not have our Epicurean dresses.'." At these words. silent and busy. At this juncture the Bishop of Vannes appeared. laden with booty like the king of the bees. all settled to work. La Fontaine. gentlemen. could not come to see them. "they love me at Chateau Thierry." he said. to enable him to forget the fatigue of his labor in the night. "I accept it. Moliere gave fifty fresh verses. "Yes. you see. They were at the bottom of the stairs. "we all leave tomorrow evening." "Well. Fouquet." resumed La Fontaine." Aramis went out laughing. then." "As for me." replied Moliere. after having passed a quarter of an hour with M. smiling. "I am going by way of Paris. I left it on the floor in my room. Fouquet." said Loret. for the fete. I am in a hurry. Pellisson made a fair copy of his prologue. and set his rapid pen running over the vellum. with which his visit to Percerin had inspired him.rather more than faded!" "Ah. they love him." said he. as you said... with a roll of plans and parchments under his arm. and my cat-" "Well.. I am very sure. As if the angel of death had chilled all gay and sprightly fancies." Moliere burst out laughing. with his sad. Pellisson and Loret followed his example. my dear Moliere.puppy.Il m'a promis des ecrevissesFind a rhyme for that.re-entered his apartment." "The devil! your housekeeper is right. Il t'a promis des ecrevisses." . as Loret said." "I never said so. sweet smile. "the fact is. I offer my carriage. as if that wail form had scared away the Graces to whom Xenocrates sacrificed. your cat-" "She kittened upon it." said La Fontaine. poor Moliere!" said Loret.that does not mean. either. "'He loves.. silence immediately reigned through the study. as only he could laugh. which has rather altered its color. But before departing. after a brief disappearance. and thanked them in the name of M. "Will any one go with me?" he asked. but begged them to send him some of the fruits of their day's work. and Moliere followed him. for the fete?" "Yes. "The superintendent.

" "And will it cost much?" "Oh. you promised me millions. whatever you may say of it.. d'Herblay." "And has committed no other crime?" "Beyond this. M. I went to see the dresses for our poets." "And what do you want with Lyonne?" "I wish to make him sign a lettre de cachet. People will see the difference between the courtiers of wealth and those of friendship. ex-musketeer. or felt that he was powerless to obtain the money." "And what have you been doing at Percerin's. which you are to give to the King. "And do you not laugh." "On your word?" "On my honor!" ." "Bah! and they will be rich and elegant?" "Splendid! There will be few great monseigneurs with dresses so good. "Man of little faith!" added the bishop. "Oh." answered Fouquet." "Have I not told you that was my business?" "Yes..to let somebody out. for two Latin verses he made against the Jesuits. while Aramis went to exchange a parting word with the superintendent. when you shall have given me a certain letter. he is as innocent as you or I. money is departing. a lad who has been imprisoned these ten years. The fete is approaching. dear prelate!" "In your school. how they are laughing there!" said Fouquet." Fouquet grasped his hand." "You shall have them the day after the King's entree into Vaux. d'Herblay. "My dear M.from Percerin. Then at the same time. ex-abbe.a youth. Fouquet smiled and shook his head." "Ever generous and graceful. with a sigh. I went to prepare a surprise." "Lettre de cachet! Do you desire to put somebody in the Bastille?" "On the contrary.. As to Moliere. "I am off to Paris. he had undertaken to order the horses. as though to escape from himself." "For whom?" "M. and passed his icy hand across his moistened brow. "my friend?" "From Paris. "if I fall-" "Well. all the better! And what is this painting to represent?" "I will tell you. could procure it? "Why doubt me?" said Aramis." Then giving himself a shake. How could Fouquet suppose that a poor bishop." said he. Monseigneur?" "I laugh no longer now." "And who?" "A poor devil.for I suppose you attach no great importance to our poets' dresses?" "No." "'Two Latin verses!' and for 'two Latin verses' the miserable being has been in prison for ten years?" "Yes. if you 'fall'-" "I shall at least fall from such a height that I shall shatter myself in falling." "Surprise?" "Yes. "And where are you going?" he said. a hundred pistoles you will give Lebrun!" "A painting? Ah." Fouquet looked closely at Aramis.The shouts of laughter reached the ears of Fouquet at the moment Aramis opened the door of the study. "Whence come you. Aramis perceived that the superintendent either doubted him.. de Lyonne.

and made ready to go." said Aramis. with a sword at his side' kept talking of his hunger and testifying the liveliest impatience. and give this to the mother. We understand on this head the theories of M. who. "Set the son at liberty. of whom you remind me this evening?" . The bishop just trenched on the borders only of license in his style of conversation. cardons of Guipuzcoa and la bisque d'ecrevisses. seated at table.. This same hour was that of the governor's supper also. and taking up Moliere. Monseigneur. "call me Monsieur. and this evening Aramis. and I hope that God will bless those who are mindful of his poor!" "So also do I hope. represented Saint Peter in bonds. and you never told me!" "'Twas only yesterday his mother applied to me.I am booted. above all. taking his pen. was regulated by the condition in life of the prisoner. he gave himself loose rein. grating on their enormous hinges. and flanking a larded leveret.that famous clock which. The timepiece of the Bastille. sovereign dispenser of gastronomic delicacies.these." "And the woman is poor?" "In the deepest misery. booted like a cavalier. who was beginning to lose patience. like most of the clocks of the period." "Oh."for indeed to-night I don't like to call you Monseigneur-" "By no means. Roast partridges flanked with quails." "Oh. God!" said Fouquet. was rubbing his hands and looking at the Bishop of Vannes. together with the soups and hors d'oeuvres. carrying some consolation to the prisoners in the bottom of honestly filled bottles. "thou dost sometimes bear with such injustice on earth that I understand why there are wretches who doubt thy existence! Stay. ham. de Baisemeaux. de Baisemeaux de Montlezun was not accustomed to the unbending movements of his Greatness my Lord of Vannes."And his name is-" "Seldon. each for a thousand livres. Monseigneur?" "That she is ten thousand livres richer than I." said he. Monsieur. "Stay!" he said. and took out ten government notes which were there. whose trays. fried and sprinkled with white wine. the delicacy of which. "Monsieur. She would say I am but a poor superintendent! Go. de Baisemeaux has himself taught us. It was the supper hour of the unfortunate captives. volunteered confidence on confidence. becoming quite sprightly. the very use of which is a torture. M. wrote a few rapid lines to his colleague Lyonne. opened for the passage of the baskets and trays of provisions. constituted the governor's bill of fare. dressed in gray..." replied Aramis. "Wait!" said Fouquet. brought to the prisoners' notice the lapse of every hour of their suffering. The prelate had again a little touch of the musketeer about him. boiled fowls. kissing Fouquet's hand. on this touch of abandon on the part of his guest. as M. M. were ascending the steep staircases. And he went out quickly. de Baisemeaux. carrying off the letter for Lyonne and the notes for Seldon's mother. like all the accessories of the State prison. Aramis took the letter. head cook of the royal fortress. but. tell her not-" "What. Baisemeaux. Chapter XXXV: Another Supper at the Bastille SEVEN o'clock sounded from the great clock of the Bastille. The doors. adorned with figures. that is too cruel! You knew this. and the spit turned more heavily than usual.. He had a guest to-day. As for M. He opened his drawer. with the facility of vulgar people. d'Herblay!" and Fouquet." "Do you know. full laden.

though 'tis singular. "Open the windows. who drinks long and well! That kind of people allow you at least to penetrate their thoughts." "Baisemeaux. de Baisemeaux. The window was opened. the great cardinal of La Rochelle. and he poured out a great glass of wine and drank it off at a draught." added Aramis. dear Baisemeaux." "And you are right. as everything mundane is. d'Artagnan to the count." said the governor. Francois!" Francois entered. I venerate him." said M. and that disturbs me. very brave. make me tipsy tonight! Let us have a debauch as of old. Baisemeaux! As you said. and from bishop-" "Ah. trembling with joy at the idea of being." "Indeed. Monseigneur. in the secret of some high . Baisemeaux. who from being abbe turned musketeer. that you give me the idea of a cardinal. "I say." answered the governor.. dear M. There is a man for you. very handsome. encouraged by Aramis's smile." "You have wicked intentions. "I prefer M. very fortunate. stay there." "Enough." "Bah! with my friends I reckon neither bottles nor years. dear M. by hook or by crook.." said Aramis." "Retire." "You traverse the town and the streets in disguise?" "In disguise. seeing that you were in the musketeers with us. and we shall eat it very well without waiters. "and the other?" "The other was a certain musketeer." "Oh. Baisemeaux?" "You are at home here. "The supper is completely served." continued Baisemeaux. I like extremely to be tete-a-tete when I am with a friend. I should think so. But I do more than love M. "I was saying that your Greatness puts me in mind of two persons." "And let him go." said Aramis. the late cardinal." "Ah. and from musketeer turned abbe."No! faith. who wore boots like you. Monsieur. as you say." Aramis condescended to smile. I beg!" exclaimed Aramis. "I like extremely. you shall see it as you would a diamond at the bottom of your glass." Baisemeaux bowed respectfully. bishop. "From abbe. to embroil myself with the church this evening." "And do you still use your sword?" "Yes. de la Fere. but only when I am compelled. the wind may annoy his Greatness. yes! You hear them when the window is open?" "But too well. for all that.one very illustrious. "Do you not think. Monsieur." "I shut the windows at supper-time so as not to hear the sounds or the arrival of couriers. and if I have a trouble at the bottom of my heart. is he not?" "You know it as I do. I pray you. I have on the boots of a cavalier. Do me the pleasure to summon Francois. Francois!" cried Baisemeaux." "Have you no wine there?" "'Tis not for wine." "You remind me of two. however."from abbe. shut the window." "Bravo!" said Baisemeaux. very adventurous. but I do not intend. You understand!" "Nevertheless." continued Aramis. now that M." "Well. I am suffocated. I promise you. but because it is hot here and the window is shut. de la Fere has returned to his household gods at Blois? He is a very old friend. Francois. "to help myself. taking up his glass. for my part. yes. Francois! You will allow him. "but I hope I remind you of a good companion. wicked I own. "that you will find yourself very lonely.

who is making noise enough in the court for a whole squadron. tete-a-tete with a friend." "However. Monsieur. perhaps you are right!" stammered Baisemeaux. you see.archiepiscopal misdemeanor. While he was drinking he did not see with what attention Aramis was noting the sounds in the great court. but-" "Let him leave his news at the office." grumbled the soldier Francois. Monsieur. Baisemeaux. as Francois brought in the fifth bottle." "Well. in spite of himself." "Pooh! some courier or other. To-morrow." "Let us pass over that. "Upon honor. half intoxicated. chanting the words." "Yes. d'Herblay?" said Baisemeaux. Morbleu! Am I not." said Aramis. Baisemeaux heard nothing. he has demurred. Monsieur. merely an irregularity. "I hope 'tis neither the wine you drink nor he who causes you to drink it. and if his order had been important-" "I do it that I may not disturb a bishop. eh! my dear Baisemeaux. "What? who?" asked Baisemeaux. dear M. excusable?" "Do not forget.." "Let him go to the devil. and although the courier made a great noise. "Yes. wine!" Francois entered."Monsieur!" "Take care." said Aramis. the devil take him. dear Baisemeaux. Francois. may the devil-" "If you had said as much to the great cardinal. "The letter which the courier brings to the governor of a fortress is sometimes an order. but-" "And what do these ministers do but countersign the signature of the King?" "Perhaps you are right." "Oh. but as to orders that arrive when one is at supper. I say. undoubtedly. showing his dazzling goblet. Nevertheless. but a courier has just arrived." "Wrong! I to be wrong before Francois!. who will be wrong in not listening to him. and return to our soldier. yes. and am accustomed to see everywhere obedience. then." said Baisemeaux. Monsieur.that seems rather hard. 'tis because there is something extraordinary in this matter.to Francois. It is very possible that it was not Francois who was wrong in demurring. and that I speak to a future cardinal. there will be daylight. "take care!" "Of what." "Nearly always. "Wine. but you. I forgot that it is I who invite you to supper.Ah! I beg your pardon. I repeat. and what has Francois done?" "He has demurred!" "He was wrong. redoubling his numerous bumpers. it is a horse." replied the governor. 'tis very tiresome when you are sitting before a good table. we will see to it to-morrow. "The devil take him!" said Aramis." "Do not orders issue from the ministers?" "Yes. that I have worn the uniform. then. But I thought it my duty to make an observation which I deem important. then-" . "The King's order is sacred. fellow! and better." "You wish.there will be time to-morrow. and so quickly that we shall never hear him speak more! Hurrah! hurrah!" "You forget me." "Yes. Baisemeaux! my glass is empty. "Ah." "Pardon me. you delight me." "No. A courier arrived about eight o'clock.

" said Aramis. indeed. what news?' 'Tis clear enough that those who waste their time writing such orders have never slept in the Bastille. without cause or precedent." "'Tis mathematically true." added Baisemeaux. now. smiling. the vigilance of my officers. And he added in a low tone: "Do you know what it is? I will tell you." "There is 'Urgent' on the paper. or rather bring me a slip of paper containing these words: 'M. exasperated.a man who has been there ten years! It is urgent to set him free to-day.' or 'Look close after such a one. my friend. as soon as you are accustomed to look upon the prisoner as a dangerous man." exclaimed Baisemeaux. admirable! 'Urgent!'. some fine day. yes." asked M. and as slowly read it. Then." said Baisemeaux. Monseigneur? It is their business to write and torment me when I am at rest.' You will own. they write. and to trouble me when I am happy. five-livre rat!" "Let me see it." "Thank Heaven!" . my dear governor!" "And at eight o'clock in the evening!" "It is charitable!" "Oh! charity is all very well. patience! You must not imagine that I am a slave. But. "Let them send this order of the King up to me. Baisemeaux took from his hands the minister's order. and write to you. maintain him for ten years. They would know better the thickness of my walls. 'Urgent. Aramis pretended to be drinking." he said." "Gracious Heaven! my very good M. at eight o'clock!urgent!" and Baisemeaux. this very evening. "Then let us leave them to their business. indeed! a miserable." "Good! good! execute it! Oh. with his mouth full. so as to be able to watch his host through the glass. Francois still waited. shrugging his shoulders with an air of supreme disdain. to disturb us!" "Excellent news for him whom it concerns. 'Set him at liberty'. and not for me who am amusing myself. indeed. 'Watch this fellow well. Monseigneur. you will at least agree. "An order of release! There. "and it is for you to execute the order. who ever said so? Your independence is known.' or 'Keep him very strictly. de Baisemeaux. excellent news. all of a sudden. at least before this soldier. "They are fond of these dodges. how many times I have been suddenly awakened from the very sweetest and deepest slumber by messengers arriving at full gallop to tell me." added the bishop." he said. "Will you lose by him. the number of my rounds. bowing to Aramis. read it. what can you expect."I wish that you should do your duty. and add to their missive. it is something about as interesting as this: 'Beware of fire near the powder-magazine. recovering himself. "What is it?" asked the bishop. "What was I just saying?" Baisemeaux exclaimed. Francois re-entered. I suppose?" "Oh. 'tis enough to make one shrug his shoulders!" "What do you expect? It is they who write. my Lord. having read it. "they seize a man. "It is no indiscretion?" "By no means. but it is for that fellow who is low-spirited. then? And is the prisoner who is to be set at liberty a high payer?" "Oh yes. d'Herblay. who is clever at escaping.' And then." "And do you do yours. Baisemeaux. He slowly undid it. flung the order on the table and began eating again. you noticed that.' Ah! if you only knew. but with command in his expression notwithstanding.

both on the direction and inside. Where can he go to. whether good or bad." "I think you are making a mistake. and Baisemeaux held up his finger.. 'Tis the name of the man to be set free. one might as well set a blind man free!" "I have a carriage. such an action is worth ten Benedicites. now. very naturally. "Francois. God will repay you in Paradise with years of felicity. booted though I be. "How impossible?" said Aramis. Francois." "You wish it?" "I entreat you. during which Aramis never removed his eyes from Baisemeaux for a moment. M.' in characters as large as this. I think?" "I said Seldon. and will take him wherever he wishes. Abridge his suffering. "Marchiali? oh." "And so I shall strictly obey." "And I also. Seldon. since you have just told me that lie has been your prisoner these ten years." "Seldon!" exclaimed Aramis. you see. The order had remained on the table. Baisemeaux. the prisoner referred to shall be set free." said the governor. His good time has come. of course. Baisemeaux. tell Monsieur the Major to go and open the cell of M. 3 Bertaudiere. "And I read 'Marchiali." "Oh! you mean to say Marchiali?" said Aramis. Aramis seized the opportunity when Baisemeaux was not looking to change the paper for another. "let the major come up here with the turnkeys of the Bertaudiere. never heed that!" Baisemeaux leaned back to ring for Francois. for delay." he cried. and to-morrow morning. no! Seldon." "You see." "Why not this evening. indeed! No. and it was clear that he was seeking some pretext. Once a soldier." "Oh. leaving the two companions alone. "Give me a glimpse of this impossibility. 'Urgent'?" "Because this evening we are at supper. our supper will get cold. The latter seemed only half decided to disturb himself thus in the middle of supper." "You have an answer for everything. at any rate till after dessert.he. who is unacquainted with Paris?" "He will go wherever he can. don't speak of it!" "And your obedience to your superiors." said . folded in the same manner. and charity has higher claims upon me than hunger and thirst. always a soldier." "To-morrow?" "At dawn." "Ah. only." "It shall be as you desire." "I have read the order. and by a very natural motion turned round towards the door. Chapter XXXVI: The General of the Order THERE was now a brief silence. give him the benefit quickly. yes. "Eh! but it is impossible. at daybreak." "'Tis impossible to set a prisoner at liberty at such an hour."But your good heart also is known." Francois bowed and quitted the room. And it appeared also that he had hit upon a pretext at last. "You said Seldon. seeing that the lettre de cachet bears. and our affairs are urgent too!" "Dear Baisemeaux." "And I saw 'Seldon' in letters as large as that". No. I feel myself a priest. which he took from his pocket." "What? in the middle of our repast?" "I implore you. This unfortunate man has suffered long enough.

"I shall release the prisoner Marchiali when I have summoned the courier who brought the order.'" repeated the inflexible Bishop of Vannes." "The order is signed to release Marchiali!" repeated Baisemeaux. coldly. at any rate. and his arms dropped suddenly. Monsieur. and M. quite overwhelmed. there is no blot. when by interrogating him I have satisfied myself. "Look!" Baisemeaux looked.'" returned Aramis. because I rubbed the powder that was over the blot. be it how it may. but the Bishop of Vannes did not become incensed for so little. Monseigneur.'" "And in a good handwriting too. "yes. let us throw a light on the matter. "Are you going to release Marchiali?" he said. there is no ink. Marchiali. but I shall send to the ministry. would have made the ears of the impatient Aramis burn with anger." said the governor. What do you want to satisfy yourself about?" "Be it so." said Baisemeaux. blot or no blot." "The order is sealed." "In a word." said Baisemeaux. I see it. though! I know it. Ah! I even recollect that under this name there was a blot of ink. dear M. and above all. holding up two fingers.Aramis. "and whatever you may have seen." Aramis accompanied this remark with a smile. If your heart dictates to you to deliver Seldon also. "To the proof.' quite true!" "Ah!" "How? The man of whom we have talked so much? The man whom they are every day telling me to take such care of?" "There is 'Marchiali. mechanically endeavoring to regain his courage. no longer touching anything that was on the table. confident he was right. spreading out the paper. but recommenced eating and drinking. Baisemeaux. "this Marchiali is the very same prisoner whom the other day a priest. yes. came to visit in so imperious and so secret a manner. . you have only to read it. it is good that the man of to-day should no longer know what the man of yesterday did. But I absolutely don't understand it. As for Baisemeaux." "I read 'Marchiali. de Lyonne will either confirm or withdraw the order. and the courier is ignorant of the contents. Irishman. dear M. "the visit of the Jesuit confessor must have given happiness to this man. my dear governor!" "Monseigneur." replied the bishop. "And you are going to release this prisoner." Aramis made no reply. "Monseigneur. "What mellow and fragrant sherry this is." "No." "I don't know that." he said. d'Herblay." "Oh." replied Baisemeaux. Monsieur. I declare to you I will not oppose it the least in the world. confessor of our order. "There is the paper. This investigation. Monseigneur. "I must own it. "'Tis no very long time ago. the order is signed to release Marchiali." "In any case." "To tell me very plainly there is 'Marchiali. "Yes." "What is the good of all that?" asked Aramis." "'Tis a wonder! I still see this order and the name of Seldon. under ordinary circumstances. he again took up the order and examined it in every way. especially when he had murmured to himself that to do so was dangerous. but there was." "You believe your eyes. the irony of which effectually dispelled Baisemeaux's confusion of mind and restored his courage. no." said Aramis." "It is true. 'Tis plainly written 'Marchiali. But with us.

am going to write an order to which I am certain you will give credence. "And a sheet of white paper." Baisemeaux gave him a pen. M. that the wax-lights had changed into the tapers of a mortuary chapel. and he drew a cross under these four letters. in terror. and M. Monseigneur. Nothing checks his Majesty's signature. I ask?" "The object of never deceiving one's self. "and your reasoning is irresistible." "And if a superior officer gives you orders. you will obey?" "Never doubt it. he is guilty when he deceives himself. which signify ad majorem Dei gloriam. of not failing in the respect which a subaltern owes to his superior officers. "that you are going to ask advice in order to put your conscience at ease?" "Yes. M. so also. and thus continued:"It is our pleasure that the order brought to M. and your mode of clearing them up. may M. I. de Baisemeaux de Montlezun. "I adopt so frankly your doubts." said Aramis." "You know the King's signature very well." "Well." added Aramis. but just as the King's signature may have been forged. what is your object. And that of M. be held by him good and effectual. read over his shoulder. I." "You are right. de Baisemeaux. Baisemeaux handed some paper. Aramis took a pen and wrote.incontestably. you mean?" "That is possible." "Very good. incredulous as you are!" Baisemeaux turned pale at this icy assurance of manner. He did not move an . It seemed to him that that voice of Aramis. his lips parted. nor neglecting the duties of that service which one has voluntarily accepted." Baisemeaux looked at the bishop with astonishment. had become funereal and sinister.I. but just now so playful and so gay. you have just spoken so eloquently that I cannot but admire you. de Lyonne?" "I see it plain enough on the order." said Aramis. by the grace of God. and the glasses of wine into chalices of blood. Monseigneur. even more likely. here present. governor. M. G. of the castle of the Bastille. but it may-" "Be forged." "Is it not on this order of release?" "It is true. M. But on what special grounds do you base your idea that these signatures are false?" "On this: the absence of counter-signatures. Monseigneur." pursued Aramis. for the King. bending an eagle glance on the governor. also. and he should be punished if he disregard either the duties or laws of his office. Baisemeaux. de Baisemeaux?" "Yes. that I will take a pen."What good?" "Yes. and his eyes fixed. Monseigneur. and be immediately carried into operation. de Baisemeaux. D." wrote the bishop.I. "A." Baisemeaux was so profoundly astonished that his features remained contracted. de Lyonne is not there to tell me he has signed. if you will give me one. "Signed: D'HERBLAY. "General of the Order. de Lyonne's. "It follows. It is true that a subaltern owes respect to his superiors. Monseigneur. "Now." "Your logic has the stride of a giant.

I who have laughed. my friend. Aramis divined this. did not consider it of any value. the regulations so provide. "do not lead me to believe." At another gesture made by Aramis." "Then. for the unhappy man arrived here without jewels. to me." answered the governor. Nothing could be heard in that large chamber but the buzzing of a little moth which was fluttering about the candles. Let us each live in our own way: to you." "But this Marchiali is not an important personage. who perceived how strained the cord was. and he fell. carelessly. and how dangerous it might be to break it. if not satisfied." "Good. and when the operation was concluded. drew from his pocket a small case of black wax. reassured. that. A last gleam of feeling played over his features. if he is a personage of importance. beneath his doublet. my host. The latter. that the presence of the general of the order is as terrible as that of the Almighty." replied the bishop. my protection and my friendship." Baisemeaux reflected. and putting in the scale the guarantee offered him by the official order of the general. as if thunderstruck. "you are a simpleton! Lose this habit of reflection when I give myself the trouble to think for you. your obedience." "Well." said he. and that men die merely from seeing him! Take courage. obeyed. rouse yourself. old comrade. so act towards Marchiali as you act towards one of obscure station. if the minister's order has not otherwise directed. "It is for you to instruct me. "Oh. Baisemeaux bowed again. Exactly fulfilling these two requirements. He sealed the letter. after a long silence. there is no pressing haste. They are to the effect that the turnkey. He perceived. "I don't know." "I go with my major to the prisoner's room. shall bring the prisoner before the governor. as if he would have said. and stamped it with a seal suspended at his breast. I am right. if you don't know it.. and conduct him. his clothes and papers. nor articulate a sound. or one of the lower officials. and do the honors over this beautiful dessert. come.the missive to M. presented. at a glance. kissed Aramis's hand. "Immediately?" he murmured. whose hands trembled in a manner to excite pity. "How shall I set about it?" "What is the process for releasing a prisoner?" "I have the regulations." said Aramis. take your place again. let us live happily." said Aramis. "My dear Baisemeaux. in the office. without papers.still in silence. and then?" "Then we return to the prisoner the valuables he wore at the time of his imprisonment. then. and almost without clothes. 'tis very wise. the consequences of this withdrawal of a prisoner by means of a forged order. de Baisemeaux. I shall never recover such a shock as this. "say nothing about it. without even deigning to look at the man whom he had reduced to so miserable a condition." "Monseigneur." "What was the minister's order as to this Marchiali?" "Nothing. give me your hand. on a chair. "Come. and obey!" Baisemeaux." "Well. during which the governor of the Bastille had slowly recovered his senses. dear Baisemeaux.inch. follow the regulations. who have jested with you! I who have dared to treat you on a footing of equality!" "Say nothing about it. turned a dull and meaningless gaze upon the letter." . and rose from his chair. Aramis.

without disturbing himself about it. "to render the gentleman whatever service he may please to ask. Monseigneur. on shaking hands with Baisemeaux. Monsieur. the carriage seemed to . followed by a prisoner. which the latter passed on. whither do you intend going?" The prisoner turned his head." said Aramis to Baisemeaux. The governor obeyed. "Go and meet your men. and gave him an order. No more walls either on the right or left." "Being your accomplice. buried in a corner of the carriage. and without hesitation passed his arm through that of Aramis. The prisoner listened. During the time taken in opening all the barriers. Aramis.added the governor.. made no more sign of life than his companion. An officer with a torch went before the horses. whether they warmed over it or whether they were urged." The prisoner slightly reddened. and swore with his lips. liberty everywhere. Aramis caused his companion to enter before him. should they come to search?" "I desire to keep it. without making a single gesture or saying a word. Baisemeaux. Aramis barely breathed.". "never to reveal anything that you have seen or heard in the Bastille. life everywhere! The horses. and gave orders at every post to let them pass. Steps drew near. "Go on!" said he. At length a jolt more severe than the others announced to them that they had cleared the last watercourse." he said. Baisemeaux re-entered. Antoine. "God have you in his holy keeping!" he said. He summoned his lieutenant. he saw without being seen. Baisemeaux!" said he. Aramis blew out all the candles which lighted the room but one. as if looking behind him for some protection which he had expected. it would be a certain indication of my ruin. and once past Bercy. Little by little. This flickering glare prevented the sight from resting steadily on any object. making the carriage shake with their impatience. Behind the carriage closed the last gate. they gained in swiftness. and you might have heard his heart beat against his ribs. it was the door to the dungeon which had just rendered up its prey to the free air. made the young man acquainted with the order which set him at liberty. "I am here. Baisemeaux accompanied the bishop to the bottom of the steps. in a voice the firmness of which made the governor tremble as much as the form of the blessing astonished him. It multiplied tenfold the changing forms and shadows of the place by its wavering uncertainty. The prisoner. shrugging his shoulders. and without giving the driver any further order. you mean?" answered Aramis. Remain here. kept in check by a vigorous hand. The horses were in waiting. and in that case you would be a powerful and a last auxiliary for me. "If they found it here." Baisemeaux obeyed.that in the Rue St.the regulation requires it. went quietly as far as the middle of the faubourg. and make them bring the prisoner to the governor's house. "You will swear. in an agitated tone of voice."See how simple it all is! Indeed. "Adieu. to the next whom it concerned. There they began to trot. he stretched out his hand. "And now. Then was it that Aramis came out of the shadow. Baisemeaux. The sergeant and turnkeys disappeared.. then followed." said Baisemeaux. which he left burning behind the door. you make a mountain of everything. said to him: "Does my order trouble you? Do you fear their finding it here. Half an hour afterwards they heard a gate shut in the court. Aramis had placed himself in the shade." The prisoner perceived a crucifix. that you are free. The carriage rattled over the pavement of the courtyard. heaven everywhere.

M.." "I will wait an opportunity.fly. cavaliers or carriages travelling like ourselves might pass. and to every tone of my voice. and pulled up for a moment in the middle of the forest of Senart. But to-night." Aramis made a sign to the deaf and dumb driver of the carriage. and he sank still deeper in the thick cushions of the carriage. at the bottom of which. Monseigneur. and no one can hear us. "that before going further. as if waking from a long dream. so unpretending in genius. "What is the matter?" asked the prisoner. in this darkness.but for love of yourself. of which we have no further need." "Wait. "The matter is. there is yet a precaution to be taken. These horses ran thus as far as Villeneuve-Saint-Georges." "What?" "We are here on the highway." "Is it your pleasure to remain in the carriage?" "Yes. "but what are you doing there?" "I am disarming myself of my pistols.. Let us avoid offers of assistance. decidedly. but even of the . the deep shades formed a curtain blacker than ink. "I am listening. where relays were waiting." repeated the young Prince. d'Herblay. Monseigneur. it is necessary that your royal Highness and I should converse." "I am at your service. it has restored me to liberty. for Aramis had no occasion even to make a sign. No doubt the order had been given the postilion beforehand.. we are in the middle of a forest. and seeing us stopping deem us in some difficulty. and led them over the velvet sward and the mossy grass of a winding alley. then. Monsieur. turning in the carriage towards his companion. Monseigneur.which under our present grave circumstances will all have a sense and value as important as any words ever spoken in the world." "'Tis exactly what I wished to do." "The postilion?" "The postilion of this relay is deaf and dumb. we are comfortably seated. and something tells me that I shall have great difficulty in wresting from you a sincere declaration. "We could not have a better. "weak creature as I am. on this moonless night. not for love of me." "Give the postilion orders to conceal the carriage in one of the side avenues." said Aramis. which would embarrass us. Monseigneur. whom he touched on the arm." said the young Prince to Aramis. "without either eagerly seeking or fearing anything you are about to say to me".for subjects should never weigh as anything in the balance which princes hold. the man lay down on a slope near his horses. Monseigneur. it has never yet happened to me to converse with a man without penetrating his thoughts through that living mask which has been thrown over our mind in order to retain its expression." "I listen. This done. Then four instead of two whirled the carriage away in the direction of Melun. took the leaders by the bridle. in the reserve which you maintain." Chapter XXXVII: The Tempter "AY PRINCE. trying to deprive his companion not only of the sight of him. I can read nothing on your features. The latter dismounted. Monseigneur." answered the young Prince." said Aramis. to attend to every syllable I may utter. which on either side kept nibbling the young oak shoots. I beseech you. and I like this carriage. so low in the scale of intelligent beings.

persevering. He will be a bad King.humble. Monseigneur. "and I am so persuaded of it that I have long been thankful to have been chosen depositary of the secret which I have aided you to discover." The Prince moved. arises from an excellent disposition." replied the bishop." Aramis paused. but it was to gather up his thoughts from the very bottom of his soul. and he desires. Such is the man you have beside you. to accomplish a great work. You did not know you were dealing with a king: oh. almost never in this world. and that you will keep under your hand your creature of to-day. Monseigneur. when I consider openly the merits and faults of this Prince. for he has himself suffered injuriously as to his own welfare and possessions. very poor. render a glory gilded with the rays of all the crowns in Christendom. I quite acquit my conscience. It was not to ascertain if the silence of the forest remained undisturbed. but he will devour the means and substance of his people. and convinced. I say not that he will pour out blood. they create a misty halo which his genius shall. only. you will overturn the footstool. I am this instrument. Monsieur!" "Your movement. covered in by this vast roof.very idea of his presence. and will send it rolling so far that not even the sight of it will ever again recall to you its right to your remembrance. "of that religious order whose chief you are. for he has no mortal injuries to avenge. do my people reap the harvest they sow. he has borne all these miseries. this slavery in a prison. The King has suffered. in turn. Patiens quia aeternus. and every glory a stain. instead of enduring.. I . under the pitiless sun of royalty. "Monseigneur. because never. obscure as yours. like yourself. "I should not take the trouble to play this terrible game with your royal Highness. this obscurity in solitude. if I had not a double interest in winning. not even if a ray could have struggled through the wreaths of mist which were rising in the avenue of the wood. conviction. "I divine. that the day you desire to hurl down the man you shall have raised. I govern a mysterious people. because they have no force save when creeping. Monseigneur. and he will avenge himself. my conscience absolves me. and that my having rule over a people astonishes you. Monseigneur." "Oh. Monseigneur. To a just Providence was necessary an instrument. and round this man.on an elevation so flooded with light. perseverance. He has drawn you from the abyss for a great purpose. or eat the fruit they cultivate. it rankles in his mind.above himself." he said. why you raise your head. For me the result of your words is. "You speak to me. he does well. The King issued from an infancy imprisoned like yours. poor. and distresses in full daylight. In the first place. where every stain appears a miserable blemish. "All that God does.." "Undeceive yourself." resumed Aramis. these straitened circumstances in concealment. with the sweat of their labor. and to leave the thoughts he had uttered sufficient time to eat deeply into the mind of his companion. they heap together all the atoms of their power to form one man. who has taken for its motto the motto of God. and if I condemn him." continued the Bishop of Vannes. The carriage. and confined as yours. humiliations. in furtherance of this sublime purpose. They labor for an abstract idea. "you know the history of the government which to-day controls France. I possess penetration. you are elevated forever. then.. as you rise. at once penetrating. Black was the darkness which fell wide and dense from the summits of the intertwining trees. king of a people very humble. the event will be accomplished. would not have received a particle of light. to raise you above the powers of the earth. The day you are elevated. like Louis XI or Charles IX." The Prince lightly touched Aramis's arm.

and voice of your brother. What did he do to conceal it? He concealed you. after to-morrow. But the doctors always prefer the King who is to the King who is not." "My brother is married.." "The secret of which they made an evil use against me?" "You will employ it against him. like a geometrical calculation.this God whom you so often accused of having in every way thwarted you! He has given you the features. The doctors only and God could dispute his legitimacy. it is human morality. Who else knows it?" "The Queen-Mother and Madame de Chevreuse.Monsieur. Prince.. will have hurled him without hope of return." "I will cause Spain to consent to a divorce: it is in the interest of your new policy. regal phantom. the men in whom you put confidence. your younger brother. You..tell me without disguise. and what you aim at my being tomorrow." "I return to what I was saying to you. if you act so that no one can recognize you?" "'Tis true." said the Prince.what I am today. as Monsieur has been kept. figure. then. "my brother's blood will not be shed. The King in prison will not be for you the cause of embarrassment that you have been for the ." "How is that?" "How can they recognize you." "State them. and then." "You are the son of King Louis XIII." "If need be. Who will guard him?" "Who guarded you?" "You know this secret. but there are grave difficulties. as you will resemble him as King. living shade of Louis XIV.. yes. And besides. confided in execution to the arm of man. Be well assured.. my Prince. whence the will of Heaven. brother of Louis XIV.. your royal Highness-" "Besides?" "I was going to say. who will as a prisoner resemble you. that the designs of Providence do not stop on such a fair road." "You will be sole arbiter of his fate. Every scheme of this calibre is completed by its results.to the walls?" "You mean. we two will do such great deeds that ages hereafter shall speak of them. God has wrought against himself in wronging a Prince who is an honest man. Monseigneur. you are the natural and legitimate heir to the throne of France. Living image of himself. will have the same interest in concealing him. and the very causes of your persecution are about to become those of your triumphant restoration. and this persecution to-day consecrates you King of France. Monsieur.you have made use of it with regard to myself. by walls.thank you.the King would reserve to himself the right of being legitimate sovereign. you had a right to be proclaimed. you will sit upon his throne. You had then a right to reign. you will defeat the conspiracy of Mazarin and Anne of Austria. since no one has dared to shed your blood as your servants' has been shed. if you choose. I aspire to more than gratitude! I am convinced that when arrived at the summit you will judge me still more worthy to be your friend." "Tell me plainly. seeing that it is disputed." "What will they do?" "Nothing. To-morrow." "I understand. seeing that you have been concealed. age.." "The imprisoned King will speak. But God has willed that you should be persecuted.from the very first. In keeping you near him. Now see what He has done for you. All that is really noble and really useful in this world will find its account therein.. you are of kingly blood. I cannot take my brother's wife." "To whom do you think he should speak.

Let us speak of the causes which may bring about the ruin of all the hopes we have conceived." "Oh! that is true. that. The horse afraid of the ditch leaps into the middle of it." "Ah!" said Aramis.. Monsieur. forgotten. Monsieur. deprived of everything. would have obliterated as useless and absurd. insurmountable. Monseigneur. "But surely there is some one in the world whom you love?" added Philippe. has also determined that the conquered one shall soon end both his own and your sufferings. "Monseigneur. who look with such ." "Yes. I will let it fall from my lips." "The first?" "Let us speak of it at once. indeed." said the bishop. an insurmountable danger.that is to say. too." said Philippe. a captive. is it to let the grand roar of the cannon sound in the ears of one who loves repose and the quiet of the country. and. "there is a weakness of heart of which you remind me." "They would be immense. useless. yes. It is useless to flash bright visions before the eyes of one who loves darkness. infinite. and is killed! The man who trembling crosses his sword with that of another leaves loopholes by which death enters!" "Have you a brother?" said the young man to Aramis. left alone with your doubts.except. Let us speak of the dangers we incur. dry voice.only obstacles. "But has the problem been well put? Have I brought out the solution according to the wishes or the foresight of your royal Highness?" "Yes. indeed. "There is conscience. shuddering. remorse. is an immense obstacle." "The King's good pleasure will decide the point. indeed. moreover. which you are forgetting. there is a very serious obstacle. "I have not said all I had to say to your royal Highness.King enthroned. a word. "I will exile the deposed King. take it up carefully for yourself. and by the license of supreme power. "'twill be more humane. God. were I King. I love you. I have your happiness spread out before me in my thoughts. There is no danger either for you or for me. and in bonds. who has willed that the concluding step in the geometrical calculation I have had the honor of describing to your royal Highness should be your accession to the throne and the destruction of him who is hurtful to you. Therefore his soul and body have been adapted for but a brief agony. His soul is naturally proud and impatient. and Heaven will resume his soul at the appointed time." he resumed." said Aramis. which lacerates. which I find in all languages. it is. But your brother." said the latter. Oh! you are right. you have forgotten nothing. if.Yes. terrific. will not long endure the calamity. two things. which cries aloud. if the constancy and intrepidity of your royal Highness are equal to that perfection of resemblance to your brother which Nature has bestowed upon you. as I have said.. all things did not concur in rendering them absolutely of no account. there are no dangers." The young man sank into so profound a silence that the sound of his breathing seemed to Aramis like a roaring tumult. soon. I repeat it. with a hard. with the same frankness we have already used. "No one!." At this point in Aramis's gloomy analysis a bird of night uttered from the depths of the forest that prolonged and plaintive cry which makes every creature tremble. you have met all with the force of uninterrupted custom. "I am alone in the world. indeed.. I have not offered you all the salutary counsels and useful resources which I have at my disposal. but have always ill understood. Put into prison as a private individual. disarmed and enfeebled by being accustomed to honors.

Monseigneur. listen to me.powerful because of your dogs. which nourishes with its generous juice its black and white grapes. Heaven is my witness that I wish your happiness to be the result of the trial to which I have exposed you. with a vivacity which did not escape Aramis. the flooring formed of reeds. at the end of which. almost overcome by the excess of emotion which but one hour's liberty has produced in you.. These large marshes. and so gently. And now.. like the seigneurs of early days. sick at heart. a life more humble. There. "I know. a corner of the world where alone. the whole studded with islands covered with woods. a canton of which no one in France suspects the existence. These barks. I know a country full of delights. unrecognizable. cheerfully. and Heaven for that will hold me in better account than if I had made one man powerful. sleeping by day. covered with reeds as with a thick mantle. speak!" said the Prince. For me. in order to cast you into the crucible of my own desires or my caprice or my ambition.travelling by night. and I shall at least have the satisfaction of knowing that I have rendered to my Prince the service that he himself preferred. rich in the produce of the chase. shall conduct you. Accept it. amidst flowers. I have a soul.the common property of all. fall in masses into his nets. and the roof woven out of thick rushes. too. he has but to choose the finest and largest. that is a certain and unmistakable sign that you do not wish for large and long respiration.would you live. A few fishermen with their families pass their lives away there." resumed the prelate. grows the vine.sincerely. be he soldier or simple citizen. these floating houses. or woodcocks. my servant.. "in the Bas-Poitou. and return the others to the waters. Whenever they touch a bank. There would years of your life roll away. eels. The sun's rays there are soft and tempered. your answer to this proposition? Here is the money. unready for your task. Should he wish to land. Forthwith. you will forget all the misery that human folly has so recently allotted you. Once a week a boat is sent to fetch the bread which has been baked at an oven. and unknown. which fall an easy prey to his nets or his gun. sleep silently and calmly under the smiling sun..never has any one. teal. except the .. Everything or nothing! You are chilled. and your beautiful reed-built house. better suited to our strength. do not hesitate! At Poitou you can risk nothing. I will not take you. your fishing-lines. in the plenitude of security. the freest. you will have compelled Heaven to reshape your destiny.to the locality I have mentioned. unfettered. and the happiest man in the country. it is because he has seen a large flight of landrails or plovers. my Prince! I do not jest. with their large rafts of poplars and alders. all covered with water and herbage and reeds.tender regard upon the bright heavens. Twenty leagues of country. the verdant meadows. Nay. greedy pike. more than enough to live there as many years as you have days to live. the mute. whose soil is rich and fertile." "Speak. and can read to the depths of your own. of wild ducks. are wafted to and fro by the changing winds. is it not? Twenty leagues.. your guns. Oh. more than enough to constitute you the richest. the pure air. I shall have made one man happy..more than sufficient to purchase the whole marsh of which I have spoken. as I offer it to you. and streams of rippling water. Monseigneur. Silver shad. There are a thousand pistoles in this bag. in the woods. that the sleeping fisherman is not awakened by the shock. in plots of solid earth. an unknown Paradise. penetrated into that district. Monseigneur. widgeon. it is but by chance. Let us choose. from the carriage here we will unharness two of the horses.it is immense. Never yet has the foot of man.for that is far more difficult. transformed. then. indeed. red and gray mullet.

But the fragrance which ascended from the grass. it will be remembered. we should almost say the dissimulation. Crossing his arms on his chest as if to control this new sensation of delight. of which we have tried to give an idea. The sky he was contemplating. Monseigneur.. Similar to these were the reflections of Aramis as he watched." "Monsieur. Then. which upon closer examination became visible in the midst of the obscurity. as it was wafted in gentle gusts across his uplifted face. bending before him with respect." said Aramis. whom he perceived gradually becoming more and more absorbed in his meditations. and I will answer. the ineffable enjoyment of liberty in an open country. contemplated the painful struggle which was taking place in Philippe's mind. upon my life. "before I determine. now I compare them together. walk on the ground. the so-called wizards of the country may cure you for your pistoles. and shrouded all light and prospect beneath their heavy folds. and walk round the carriage with an unsteady and almost tottering step. The extremities of the avenues were imperceptibly detached from the copse by a lighter shadow of opaque gray. drawn by Aramis when he offered to the Prince a thousand pistoles which he had with him in the carriage. overspread the heavens. the moving creatures.so solemn and august in its tone and address had been the voice which had just spoken. he held the door open for the young man. It was the picture.. accustomed to overcome all obstacles. the murmuring waters.chance of catching the fevers prevalent there. with an anxiety impossible to describe. you run the chance of being assassinated on a throne or of being strangled in a prison. If you play the other game. the silent progress of the emotions of Philippe.. Ten minutes. overwhelmed by anxiety. It seemed as if the poor prisoner were unaccustomed to walk on God's earth. fresher and more penetrating than that which exhaled from the trees around him. It was the 15th of August. to be foiled in so vast a project from not having foreseen the influence which a few tree-leaves and a few cubic feet of air might have on the human mind? Aramis.those were real allurements wherewith to fascinate an unhappy prisoner. I assure you. and breathed a sigh of joy. I should hesitate. that ocean of happy days which glitters incessantly before all youthful imaginations. The young Prince was offering up an inward prayer to Heaven for a ray of light upon that perplexity whence would issue his death or his life. never finding itself inferior or vanquished. the warm and balmy air which enveloped him for the first time in years. from fears and troubles. by degrees. He saw him place his foot on the mossy ground with a trembling of the whole body.spoke to the Prince in a language so intoxicating that notwithstanding the great reserve." replied the young Prince. worn out by prison life and emaciated by the close air of the Bastille. portending a tempest. It was an anxious time for the Bishop of Vannes. let me alight from this carriage. Upon my soul. who had never before been so perplexed. he could not restrain his emotion. about eleven o'clock at night. so free from cares. the enchanted Eden which the deserts of Bas-Poitou hid from the eyes of the world. Was his iron will." "As you please. he raised his aching head and inhaled the perfumed air. Chapter XXXVIII: Crown and Tiara ARAMIS was the first to descend from the carriage. and consult that voice by which God speaks in unsullied Nature. This suspense lasted throughout the . he drank in delicious draughts of that mysterious air which penetrates at night-time through lofty forests.were not these real? Was not Aramis a madman to suppose that he had aught else to dream of in this world? Those exciting pictures of country life. thick clouds. and even of them.

" "We will begin with your family. dark young man. You will not check me in my course for a trifle. That point is decided." "Do so. exclaimed: "Let us go where the crown of France is to be found!" "Is this your decision. and still flirt with. Anne of Austria?.I mean in the night. Suddenly the young man bowed his head. he does not love his wife. Monseigneur." "Attentively?" "I know them by heart. I know her!" "Your second brother?" asked Aramis. my brother. seizing his hand in a quick. his looks perceptibly hardened. "you have added portraits so faithfully painted that I am able to recognize the persons whose characters." "I will do so. His thoughts returned to the earth. "It is. bowing. and then again his look became fixed." "The conditions." "I perused all the notes. when you will then be in full possession of liberty and power. The other is the conditions you intend to impose on me. with a pale face. but now it reflected the flame of mundane splendors. Therefore. and history you have so carefully portrayed. Henrietta." "Let us resume our conversation. whom I. M." "My mother. but I may venture to ask that question of a poor." "Explain to me how." "When I shall have asked your Highness a question. "Those looks are flashes of fire which portray character. During that eternity Philippe continued gazing with an imploring and sorrowful look towards the heavens. her painful malady? Oh. is a fine. d'Herblay." said Aramis.all her sorrows. then. "You will be great. I know her. as if to ask him if it were possible for a man to waver after having once made up his mind. the dangers or the obstacles we may meet with." "I sent to your Highness a man in my confidence. Monseigneur?" asked Aramis. It will not be a requisite in a week's time to question further a mind like yours. Louis XIV. agitated manner. I wished to discuss two points with you: in the first place." "Irrevocably so?" Philippe did not even deign to reply. Monsieur. and I will be a scholar repeating his lesson to his master." replied the Prince. abandoned captive of the Bastille. even although she made me weep on the . which will thoroughly acquaint your Highness with the different persons who compose and will compose your court. without subterfuge or hesitation. He gazed earnestly at the bishop. his brow contracted. carefully drawn up. Monseigneur. bowing over Philippe's hand. It is your turn to speak. his mouth assumed an expression of fierce courage. with instructions to deliver some closely written notes. Monseigneur?" "Doubtless. Aramis did not remove the piercing glance he had fixed on Philippe. I guarantee it.ten minutes which the young man had requested. Once a King-" "When will that be?" "To-morrow evening. tell me the truth.now it was like the face of Satan on the mountain when he brought into view the kingdoms and the powers of earth as temptations to Jesus." "Interrogate me. Monseigneur. Aramis's appearance then became as gentle as it had before been gloomy. Philippe. "To these notes. loved a little. manners." "And understood them? Pardon me. and you will not do me the injustice to suppose that I think you have no interest in this affair.

" "The Comte de la Fere." "You see." "No. She writes a letter every day. for if he discovers our plot before it is revealed to him. and yours afterwards. because necessarily you will require me to exile him. finally forgets the fault of the woman he loves. M. then?" "And his son. I shall seldom go wrong. he who so faithfully served my mother." "The lad who is dying of love for La Valliere.day she wished to dismiss Mademoiselle de la Valliere from her service in disgrace. "You will become very great. What do you wish me to do for him?" ." "No. the Hercules of France. de Saint-Aignan." "It is your duty to do so. will you not?" Aramis. as deeply as Raoul loves Mademoiselle de la Valliere. Sire! D'Artagnan is a man to whom at a certain given time I will undertake to reveal everything. Fouquet." "Yes. I should very much regret forgetting another friend of mine. heavy. Tell me one thing. He is a man of action. Fouquet.. Do you know your ministers?" "Colbert. Be on your guard with him. the captain of the Musketeers. Fouquet. "that I know my lesson by heart." "Very good. but I do not know whether Raoul will forget. that is all. but intelligent. She halts slightly in her gait." "She is fair.the son of all four of us. your friend. d'Herblay! Do men. du Vallon. Have you anything further to say about your friend?" "No. Monseigneur. then." "Well. forget the treachery that has been shown them? Can a man ever forgive the woman who has betrayed him? Is that a French custom. his fortune is assured." "You will have to be careful with regard to watchfulness of the latter. has blue eyes." "We need not disturb ourselves about M. I entreat you. your right also. to Charles II." "I will provide for that." "Do you know the latter?" "As if I saw him.'" "He who escorted La Valliere to Chaillot. Monseigneur. to which I shall have to send an answer by M. it is not he of whom I intended to speak. Now tell me about M. The eyes of a woman who loves are not easily deceived. and. his hair covering his forehead. Monseigneur. I can well say 'my friend. what do you wish to be done with regard to him?" "One moment more. he who delivered up Monk." said Aramis. Oh! so far as he is concerned. a large. dark-browed man. of whom my brother so disloyally deprived him? Be easy on that score! I shall know how to restore him. now for M. an ugly. Fouquet. d'Artagnan. "she is sincerely attached to the actual King. in a box. is it a law of the human heart?" "A man who loves deeply. M. struck with admiration at the remark. Do you intend to ask me to exile him also?" "Never. and forgive me if I seem to fail in respect in questioning you further. and with Heaven's assistance. whose affectionate gaze will reveal her identity. the mortal enemy of M. when they love. said. you mean. you or I will certainly be killed or taken. as well as those I composed in answer to his. full head." "Yes. Colbert." "You have still a very awkward pair of eyes to deal with. and I know the last verses he composed for me." added the Prince." "I will consider. he to whom the Crown of France owes so much that it owes everything. more than that." "M." "Before we pass to M.

your amazing perspicacity overpowers me with delight. which at present is compatible with his labors. M. thanks to the youthfulness which he still retains." "Not immediately. soon became cardinal. or upon the first illness he may experience. Marie de Medicis.. because he is a brave and noble-hearted man. none so zealous for your glory." "M. de Richelieu. But that is a matter of very trifling moment." "I perceive that your royal Highness has studied my notes to great advantage. bowing. for that would give rise to too much suspicion and astonishment." pursued Aramis." "You shall be nominated before two months are past. slow in judgment. as he has hitherto acted. with a searching look into the eyes of Philippe. You would have in the government of the State no more than you could manage unaided." "Speak! speak!" "M." "Upon two thrones?" said the Prince." "You will be my first minister of State. assisted by the favor and by the countenance of his Most Christian Majesty the King of France. but none so devoted. Besides. We will spare him the annoyance. He is fond of pleasure. that M.such a man would be acting with two-fold injustice in applying these mighty resources to France alone.delicate in health. and that is you. . by means of the Queen's protection." The young man looked at his interlocutor." "I have only one. prime minister of France. I shall be able to think of my own interests and yours. M. When you shall have paid all M. as you are Bishop of Vannes. Besides. Monseigneur." "In that case I have something still further to hope for. but he is the first minister at present." added Aramis." said Aramis." "Not quite so. thoughtfully. d'Herblay. indeed. Fouquet will not continue long at the head of affairs. "In fact. will. when he might have installed them more conveniently upon two separate thrones." "You will have many others by and by. "that I should not be appointed first minister until after your royal Highness had procured my nomination as cardinal.to be seated upon the same throne. de Richelieu. whom all things wearied. So it is determined. we shall have made him rich. Fouquet's debts. and you would cause me serious regret if you were to limit yourself to that. the first minister of my grandmother." "A King ignorant and embarrassed as I shall be. "M." "I know. as a matter of course. you would not offend me if you were to ask more than that.King Louis XIII and himself. but this youthfulness will disappear at the approach of the first serious annoyance. quietly. but we cannot save him from ill-health. and I shall have become your royal Highness's prime minister. require a first minister of State. was simply Bishop of Lucon. de Richelieu." "It would be better. of whom we were speaking just now. and restored the finances to a sound condition. he will soon get old. his army. his counsel." "Be it so. "you will not be a King such as your father was. I entreat you." said Aramis. Fouquet will be able to remain the sovereign ruler in his little court of poets and painters. you will be a King governing by your brain and by your sword. I should only interfere with you. "was very blamable in the fixed idea he had of governing France unaided. When that has been done. "a cardinal." "Your Majesty will require a friend. a cardinal to whom the King his master lends the treasures of the State. Monseigneur. He allowed two kings."To continue him as superintendent.

as certain men have fertile faults and useful vices. It is even at the present day proverbial to calculate the number of acres of . I have no predilections. I have no alliances. most respectfully. but even grazed by a secret thought. I shall always hold myself sufficiently aloof from you to escape incurring your jealousy. I will not throw you into persecutions of heretics.my brother." "Allow me to kneel before you. nor Charlemagne.. With us. firm. I will simply say to you: The whole universe is for us two. had found a means of bringing. for you their bodies. it will never be the case. d'Herblay. Alone. and Lebrun the decorator of the apartments. and mailed hand shall have for its mate the hand of a pope such as I shall be. "His father!" he thought. Sire." "Embrace me this very day. for no other reason than that of having comprehended you thoroughly. We will embrace each other on the day when we shall both have on our temples.be good to me.Levau." "And so. All the contracts in the world are easily violated because the interest included in them inclines more to one side than to another. my prime minister. If the Chateau de Vaux possessed a single fault with which it could be reproached. and I the tiara. in scattering broadcast millions of money in the construction of this palace. he will awaken in captivity. pretentious character. Lenotre. d'Herblay.will disappear?" "Simply. There is my hand.. However. and then you will point out to me the necessary steps to be taken to secure your election as pope. you will rule from that moment. I shall never act except in such a manner that you will be the gainer.our friendship ought never to be. nor will I cast you into the troubled waters of family dissension." "I believe it. and I will take them. who possessed it entirely.for me the minds of men. sufficiently near to sustain your personal advantage and to watch over your friendship. I shall have given you the throne of France. however. and when cardinal.. situated about a league from Melun. neither Charles V. and you will have no interest more urgent than that of keeping me near you. his Holy Father. M. it was its grandiose. will reach to the height of your waist.you the crown. Whenever your loyal. had been built by Fouquet in 1653. you will have my inheritance. We will remove him from his bed by means of a plank which yields to the pressure of the finger. Fouquet. and Fouquet had expended the remainder. and be more than great. Chapter XXXIX: The Chateau de Vaux-le-Vicomte THE Chateau de Vaux-le-Vicomte. I have no need of guarantees. you will confer on me the throne of Saint Peter. as the result of his generous profusion. You can ask what guarantees from me you please." "It is useless. more than sublime in genius. There was then but little money in France. who owned two thirds of the habitable globe. I shall never mount until I shall have first placed you upon the round of the ladder immediately above me. M. three illustrious men together. be my father!" Aramis was almost overcome as he listened to the voice of the Prince. Monseigneur?" "I say that you render me happy and proud. and as I shall be the first to die. the designer of the gardens. which sped rapidly along the road leading to Vaux-le-Vicomte. "yes. but this impression was speedily removed. I do not say impaired. What do you say of my plan." The two resumed their places in the carriage. more than skilful. He fancied he detected in his own heart an emotion hitherto unknown to him. you shall be cardinal. Mazarin had taken all that there was. Having retired to rest as a crowned sovereign. the architect of the building.

whom Pellisson made converse with La Fontaine.roofing. after his intendants had inspected everything. This same M.we will enter the park. who had only that morning arrived. We will do as Despreaux did. having around it four pavilions forming the angles.. already superb. giving his last orders. like a king upon his throne.floods of impromptus were contemplated. which were regarded as wonderful in 1653. Nothing could be more noble in appearance than the forecourt of the middle. to the sumptuousness of the gilding. poured forth their waters brighter than crystal. the charms of which he describes most minutely. and gathered the waters of a thousand fountains into torrents." about this palace of Valterre. bordered by a magnificent stone balustrade. and to the profusion of the paintings and statues. de Scudery said a great many other things in his "Clelie. The fountains. others still their ready-mended pens. the cascades awakened the admiration of kings and princes. the reparation of which would. Vaux-le-Vicomte. The friezes ornamented with arabesques. de Scudery said of this palace. the theme of so many poetical effusions. moved about with a calm. as we have said. have been passed through. which glistened in the rays of the sun." This magnificent palace had been got ready for the reception of the greatest reigning sovereign of the time. blushingly unfold their leaves to the earliest rays of the rising sun. in our age. they scattered over the bronze tritons and nereids their waves of foam. are still so at the present time. others their troops of sculptors and artists. it would be the park and gardens of Vaux. M. Fouquet's friends had transported thither. We should be far wiser to send our curious readers to Vaux to judge for themselves than to refer them to the "Clelie".if anything could be preferred to the wonderful arrangement of the interior. Every tree in the neighborhood which presented a fair appearance of beauty or stature. Fouquet had divided a river into a thousand fountains. had been taken up by its roots and transplanted in the park. But if magnificence and splendor were displayed in any one particular part of this palace more than in another. M. the trees of which are of eight years' growth only. Fouquet could well afford to purchase trees to ornament his park. and the pediments which crown the pilasters.. be the ruin of fortunes cramped and narrowed as the epoch itself. we must be spared the description of all its beauties. the immense Ionic columns of which rise majestically to the whole height of the building. and yet there are as many leagues from Paris to Vaux as there are volumes of the "Clelie. the 15th of August. enclosed by deep ditches. while Fouquet. when its magnificent gates. It was. This mansion. the residence of that illustrious nymph of Vaux. that. all the nursery-grounds had furnished trees whose growth had been promoted by careful culture and fertilization. somewhat rebellious nymphs though they were. while the domes which surmount the whole add proportion and majesty. raised upon the flight of steps. some their actors and their dresses. observant glance. and as for the famous grotto. built by a subject. and . The sun poured down its burning rays upon the heathen deities of marble and bronze. The cascades. since he had bought up three villages and their appurtenances to increase its extent. supported by caryatides. bore a far greater resemblance to a royal residence than those that Wolsey fancied he must present to his master for fear of rendering him jealous. An army of servants were hurrying to and fro in squadrons in the courtyard and corridors. has the principal front of the main building opening upon a vast court of honor. Lenotre had accelerated the pleasure of Maecenas. and whose summits. confer richness and grace upon every part of the building. it raised the temperature of the water in the conch shells. for the purpose of keeping the grounds and gardens well watered.. M.

as one might say. who was walking behind Fouquet. but he had invigorated Lebrun. and that he had not omitted to attend to any of the internal regulations for their comfort. estimated the prodigious labor that had been bestowed upon it. Lebrun. Fouquet placed himself before this portrait. spoke so regretfully when.a blushing. in the crucibles of his sculptors. and was engaged in admiring. rich-flavored fruit. Fouquet's peaches. those magnificent peaches of which the King. who paused before a large picture scarcely finished. pale from fatigue and inspiration. It was the portrait of the King. in Lebrun's painting. was sufficient to recall to the memory of this great monarch the mournful shade of the last superintendent of France. Applying himself.the great King observed to some one. and the galleries. in the still empty.a perfect work of art. and embraced him. after he had visited the chapel." Oh. had ruined a suit of clothes worth a thousand pistoles. sighing. With a complete assurance that Aramis had made arrangements fairly to distribute the vast number of guests throughout the palace. "In an hour-" said Aramis to Fouquet. as he called it. in the portfolios of his painters. Fouquet devoted his entire attentions to the ensemble.. covered with perspiration. hidden beneath its long green leaves. Fouquet saw Aramis on the staircase. "In an hour!" replied the latter. whom they were expecting.. it was an unhappy one for M. fame! Oh the blazonry of renown! Oh the glory of the earth! That very man whose judgment was so sound where merit was concerned. heart and soul to his work. A peach. which seemed to live. open plain. dressed in the court suit which Percerin had condescended to show beforehand to the Bishop of Vannes.. the painter. stained with paint. on an occasion of a scarcity of the finer sorts of peaches being complained of in the beautiful gardens there. He gazed upon it long and fixedly. at last.he who had swept into his coffers the inheritance of Nicholas Fouquet. fifty years later. Percerin. forgotten enemy! It was to little purpose that Fouquet had squandered thirty million livres in the fountains of his gardens. vainly had he fancied that thereby he might be remembered. and was again going downstairs. It was a happy moment for the artist. in the writing-desks of his literary friends. which was not to be matched except in the wardrobe of the superintendent.. in another. exhausted with fatigue. nestling in the trellis-work on the garden-wall. the sentinels of Vaux had perceived the advancing procession of the King and the Queens. crushed. in the cool freshness of its flesh and in its warmth of color. and had sent him to rot for the remainder of his life in one of the State prisons. The superintendent. "You are too young to have eaten any of M. the suit that he had made for his Majesty.gardens which had cost France double the amount that had been expended on Vaux. In one direction Gourville showed him the preparations which had been made for the fireworks. and not being able to find any recompense sufficiently great for this herculean effort. His distress and his exclamations were interrupted by a signal which had been given from the summit of the mansion.this small vegetable production. The prelate beckoned to him. Moliere led him over the theatre.remembered only the peaches of that vanquished. he passed his arm round the painter's neck. on the walls. who had robbed him of Lenotre and Lebrun..ripened. His Majesty was entering into Melun with his long train of carriages and cavaliers. at Marly. the salons. The superintendent joined his friend. was putting the last finishing touches with his rapid brush. "And the people who ask one another what is the good of these . In the direction of Melun.. that a dormouse would nibble up without a thought. by this action.

"but to M. Colbert." said Aramis. like a commander-in-chief who pays the different outposts a visit after the enemy has been signalled. in point of fact. Monseigneur! Do not overfatigue yourself." he said to himself." Then Fouquet. Adieu. he had been very desirous to arrive at Vaux as early as possible. believe me or not. Like Calypso." "Where are you lodging." "And your servants?" "I have only one person with me. he is more sacred to me. "Why so?" "Because he would allow you a pension out of the King's privy purse." "To M. I feel that if he were really to wish it. who could not be consoled at the departure of Ulysses. d'Herblay. to change my costume. nor do I care much for him. The youthful monarch had an appetite for amusements." returned Aramis. playing upon the word." "The room immediately over the King's room?" "Precisely. Assume a cheerful countenance. entered Melun with the intention of merely passing through the city. as you like. and your friend Du Vallon also?" "He is lodging next to me. Colbert!" exclaimed Fouquet. "the King certainly loves me but very little. with a swelling heart. But he reckoned without his captain of the Musketeers and without M. he is my King. Only twice during the journey had he been able to catch a glimpse of La Valliere. visible in the horizon. at a later period. in the gardens. "Do not laugh. What an idea to condemn yourself to a room where you cannot stir or move about!" "During the night. he is almost dear to me." "Well. d'Herblay?" "In the blue room on the second story. I suppose. d'Herblay. and after the ceremonial of reception had been gone through. Monseigneur. but I cannot tell you how it is that since he is approaching my house-" "Well. since I know Louis is on his way hither. as the Abbe Terray did." "You should not say that to me. keep yourself fresh for the arrival of the King. who knew the position of Fouquet better even than Fouquet himself did. Monseigneur." "I will answer you in four-and-twenty hours. bowing. Chapter XL: The Wine of Melun THE King had. "Alas! I. and is at this moment dressing. D'Artagnan. preparing to leave as soon as he had dealt this last blow. and then he began to rack his brains most uselessly." "Dear!.yes. pointing at the cortege of Louis." said Aramis." said the superintendent. ask the same thing. I find my reader quite sufficient." "We shall see you by and by. "Where are you going?" returned Fouquet. for it is a day of joy. with a smile passed on. Monseigneur. I could love that young man. "To my own apartment. "that my friend the Bishop of Vannes had some motive in that". so intimately acquainted with all the court intrigues." "You will be subject to very great restraint there. what?" "Well. Colbert. had conceived the . our Gascon could not console himself for not having guessed why Aramis had asked Percerin to show him the King's new costumes. with Louis XV. and suspecting that his only opportunity of speaking to her would be after nightfall. then. with a gloomy look.royal fetes!" continued the Bishop of Vannes. "There is not a doubt. laughing with his forced smile. I sleep or read in my bed. too. who am not the people. as soon as he becomes superintendent.

and he will tell me. who had returned from Belle-Isle. should be well officered and well disciplined in its limited proportions. the first time he met him. "To show greater honor to M. Monsieur. "With men of Aramis's stamp. Colbert.that fertile land." he continued. between his teeth. as the chief magistrate was in the middle of a long address. "but I believe it was M." replied d'Artagnan.What will he tell me? Yes. d'Artagnan good enough to say?" "I was good enough to remark that it was you who stopped the King's progress. but his friendship for Aramis. there was hope of getting the better of him. we are lost. having heard his name pronounced. and a picket of the French Guards. He wished to unburden his mind to the King. When this little army appeared before Melun. and been nominated by Fouquet inspector-general of all the arrangements. "What was M. said. "I will take him. it was you whom the King called some name or other. "What does it matter to me. after all. mordioux! there is something underneath." "In that case. and invited him to enter the Hotel de Ville to partake of the wine of honor.all this suspicious singularity of conduct had profoundly perplexed d'Artagnan during the last few weeks. It might almost have been called a small army. "if his only object is to overthrow M. and. for. he even wished there had been a third more in number. but the King would not be able to understand the suspicions which had not even the solidity of a shadow. and took the greatest care that the military household of the King. and which became impossible. he will tell me something.. "Who was fool enough to occasion this delay?" muttered the King. And then. Colbert? And what else can he be after?" and d'Artagnan rubbed his forehead. utter madness even. the presence of Aramis. on arriving at Melun. So long as Aramis continued a soldier. he hated the financier." replied Colbert. bound him too strictly. But what can Aramis's object be?" and d'Artagnan plunged again into deep thought. He at first thought of talking the matter over with Colbert. so that he might taste the vin de Brie. but since he has covered his cuirass with a stole. d'Artagnan made every preparation for the journey. saw himself at the head of the Musketeers. besides." he said. The King." "What name?" . the oath of earlier days. which would have ruined a wealthy man. certainly. "To ruin him the sooner. He resolved to address himself to Aramis directly. "Not I. whence the plough-share of his nails had turned up so many and such admirable ideas. the chief magistrates came out to meet the King and to present him with the keys of the city. his Swiss Guards. "one is never the stronger except with sword in hand. Colbert looked at the troops with great delight." thought d'Artagnan. I will place my hand upon his heart. He revolted at the bare idea of such a thing." Colbert. his visit to Baisemeaux." said the musketeer. as yet very inconsiderable in numbers..strangest fancies and suspicions at the announcement of the fete. "between a couple of candles suddenly. "But why?" said the King. his perseverance in mixing himself up with all the superintendent's affairs. the King. then. The result was that through the captain's arrangements." Somewhat calmer. who expected to pass through the city and to proceed to Vaux without delay. Was I right?" "Quite so. M. Fouquet. for a man so destitute as he was. became quite red in the face from vexation.

who do not pretend to be a financier. saw only one idea in your idea. to d'Artagnan. "the fear of causing your Majesty any delay. quickly. and would have liked to go to rest without proceeding any farther. for if etiquette required the Princesses to remain within their own rooms.' 'stupid." This was a home-stroke. after this broadside. for the evening was closing in. in order to arrive before nightfall. when M. Fortunately. biting his mustache. while the King's color was visibly increasing. in a low tone of voice.' That is what his Majesty said of the man who procured for him the wine of Melun. M." he said. Fouquet is expecting us this evening?" "It was simply. and which it would be imprudent to displease. The orator still went on with his speech. and a hard one. "Is not the King going to sleep at Melun?" said Colbert. you cannot enter any place. as soon as they had performed the services . who is making himself quite giddy on his donjons yonder. for the latter guessed that the King's intention was very far from that of remaining where he was. Colbert's large head seemed to become larger than ever. They were fatigued. owing to the different arrangements. 'idiot." "Sleep at Melun! What for?" exclaimed Louis XIV. the speech was now at an end. coolly." D'Artagnan. Melun is a city. and especially to prevent the King from walking about in the evening with M." "There now! I. and all hope of a walk with La Valliere was over. and the Queens listened attentively also. "my zeal for the King's service inspired me with the idea. four hours at least were necessary. In what way could he possibly reconcile these two difficulties? D'Artagnan took up Colbert's remark. Colbert must have been badly inspired that day. who was boiling with impatience. and the garrison has been properly distributed. "Sire." returned Colbert. D'Artagnan. can have thought of such a thing. quietly caressed his horse. Monsieur?" "That of causing a little annoyance to M. for. it was 'fool. In order that the whole of the King's household should enter Vaux. hurried forward as much as possible. according to established etiquette. to address himself in that manner to the chief of the Musketeers. he felt that these delays would irritate that impatient character beyond measure. until the soldiers' quarters have been marked out by the quartermaster.no. other and fresh difficulties arose. "Mordioux!" said the musketeer. Colbert has been asking me if your Majesty does not intend to sleep at Melun. the ladies of honor. The King. seeing how ugly anger made him. in waiting for us. no. The King bit his lips in anger. "the King is going to have an attack of determination of blood to the head. an excellent city. drawing himself up. which pays well. "Sleep at Melun! Who. and then all resumed their course through the city. Where the deuce did you get hold of that idea. D'Artagnan would not allow him to enter Vaux except he were well and strongly accompanied." D'Artagnan listened with the greatest attention. Colbert was confounded by it. But at the moment he was setting off again. but wait a moment. M. therefore.. Fouquet. and determined to repeat it to the King. and retired. in Heaven's name. M." "Bah!" "Monsieur. The King drank the wine which was presented to him. thoroughly discomfited." "What was that.' I think it was. did not stop half-way. de Saint-Aignan and the ladies of the court. On the other hand."I hardly know. with the exception of your own royal residences. Colbert? You have no luck!" "Monsieur.' 'fool. "M." said the financier. and desired that his Majesty should not enter except with all the escort.

aloud. "And a quarter of an hour for the King. indeed. carried respectfully to his lips. and should be invested with a still more sacred character by doing so. but were at liberty to walk about as they pleased. with his head uncovered. but we who are mountedForward!" and he rode off. brought the ladies to Vaux. where Fouquet. and more graciously still held out his hand to him. "That is. "We should arrive by daylight. "will make his Majesty lose all the advantage of his speed. in slow and measured accents. left to her own free will." "Double ass that you are!" thought d'Artagnan. "An hour for your Majesties' carriages. by eight o'clock. For the roads had been put into excellent order by the superintendent. replied: "I shall be delighted to do whatever your Majesty wishes. placing her hand upon her suffering bosom. and Colbert as sulky as he could." said Louis XIV. This kindness of consideration softened Maria Theresa's heart. Who was there. rolling along as though on a carpet. a very good suggestion. "I shall be quits." said d'Artagnan. without outriders or musketeers. We will go to see a friend as friends. and therefore kept biting the handle of his whip instead. softly. They were received by Madame Fouquet. The King had no mustache to gnaw. "if I had any interest or motive in demolishing your credit. towards seven o'clock in the evening. with whom Louis could get in a passion? "We will consult the Queen. M." objected Colbert. in spite of a slight resistance on the King's part. Colbert hid his ugly head behind his horse's neck." Delight sparkled in the King's eyes. had no restrictions placed upon them. and at the moment when they made their appearance. If I were in the King's place. must necessarily produce clouds. How could he get out of it? D'Artagnan looked as agreeable as possible." he added. then. Fouquet is a man of honor. however quick he may be." "How long will it take us to get to Vaux?" inquired Anne of Austria.required of them. I should enter accompanied only by my captain of the Guards. and it must be so. without trumpets. who having dismounted bowed graciously. gathering together in vapors. "But the billeting of the King's military escort. I could do it in ten minutes. a light as bright ." said d'Artagnan. as he galloped along. Chapter XLI: Nectar and Ambrosia FOUQUET held the stirrup of the King." In this way. "by getting a little talk with Aramis this evening. nor had he long to wait. and a stone would hardly have been found the size of an egg the whole way from Melun to Vaux. and who. in going to M. It will easily be conjectured that all these rival interests. without jolting or fatigue." said Louis XIV." The King looked at him. which Fouquet. bowing to the royal ladies. I should go to him as a friend. without advanced guard. and that the clouds would be followed by a tempest. "I should. with ill-concealed impatience. accompanied by all those who were mounted. The King wished to wait in the first courtyard for the arrival of the carriages. who was of a kind and generous disposition. who had been informed of his royal guest's approach. I should consider that I was acting more nobly. And then. the King presented himself before the gate of Vaux. "the roads are tolerably good. Those gentlemen who are with the carriages can go slowly. so that the carriages. Mordioux! I have said so. surrounded by his household and his friends. had been waiting for the last half-hour. Fouquet." he hastened to add. leave my escort behind me.

redundant with the luxuriance of unequalled beauty.which the chronicler has heaped up. was superior to that of any creature breathing.which comprised only that which was merely useful for the royal wants.. praised Fouquet. He remembered his own residence. and that Anne of Austria resembled Juno a little too much. in his recital at the risk of rivalling the creations of a romancist. at which all the royal guests were present. The fruits came from his own stores. of Louis XI. bordering slightly on the limits of extreme disdain or of simple admiration. The young Queen. Anne of Austria.these splendors whereby night seemed conquered and Nature corrected. while with Fouquet the value of the article was as much in the workmanship as in the article itself. and drank them out of goblets each more precious than the whole royal cellar. and the happiness and contentment of the guest became the supreme law of all who obeyed the host? The swarm of busily engaged persons moving about noiselessly... from being gay. of which the hothouses had been despoiled. . Fouquet drank wines of which the King of France did not even know the name. relics left by his predecessors. and the mean style of luxury which prevailed there. the old furniture and plate of Henry II. could be said of the apartments. overwhelmed her host by the contempt with which she treated everything handed to her. too. constrained. soon wore a gloomy. the hangings. All these wonders and magical effects. nor the fairy-like and magical transformations and metamorphoses.. Fouquet really offered to his sovereign in that enchanting retreat. his eyes filled with tears. We do not intend to describe the grand banquet. in Fouquet's household? What could be said of the mode of service in which etiquette was replaced by order. however.. The large vases of the Louvre. Fouquet replied that he did not know their names. the servants and officers of every description. of Francis I. to which no monarch could at that time boast of possessing an equal. This species of enchantment lasted until their Majesties had retired into the palace. Fouquet ate from a gold service. which indeed was no more than the prelude of the promised fete. without being his own personal property. or rather preserved. as it ever had been. together with every delight and luxury combined for the satisfaction of all the senses as well as of the mind. It will be enough for our purpose to depict the countenance which the King assumed.they were nothing but specimens of art. and asked the names of the different fruits which were placed upon the table. the myriads of exquisitely prepared dishes. who were. The King felt and appreciated the delicacy of the reply. kind-hearted by nature and curious by disposition. the floods of dazzling light.. charmed all the guests. not by voice or gesture. his chief anxiety. the pictures. was that he might remain cold and distant in his behavior. What. he had often cultivated them himself. stiff formality by personal unrestrained comfort. were merely historical monuments. even less numerous than the servants who waited on them.as day burst forth from all the trees and vases and marble statues. the masses of unknown flowers. ate with an exceedingly good appetite. the multitude of guests. of gold and silver vases. having an intimate acquaintance with the cultivation of exotic fruits and plants. however. he thought that the Queen was a little too familiar in her manners. and irritated expression. which artists in his own employ had modelled and cast for him. but was only more humiliated at it. nor the concerts.the harmony of all. who testified their admiration over and over again.those two languages of the courtier which acknowledge the hand of no master powerful enough to restrain them. whose pride. he dared not look at the Queen. but by deep silence and rapt attention. As for the King. and which.

"is the man for me. Monsieur the Superintendent. The park was illuminated. to devour the dishes spread before them. wonderful in every respect. D'Artagnan's suspicions at once disappeared. one of those men who foresee everything. Lebrun had painted on the vaulted ceiling the happy as well as disagreeable dreams with which Morpheus affects kings as well as other men: with everything lovely to which sleep gives birth." he said. "It is impossible. on all sides. as if she had placed herself at the orders of the Lord of Vaux. thoroughly to enjoy a fete given by a man who was in every sense of the word a king. silvered the trees and lakes with her bright phosphoric light. Fouquet even did better still: he indeed. Fouquet. who had the keenest appetite in his kingdom.had the painter enriched his frescos. there was immediately a movement in every direction. he had supped well. for once in his life. but as soon as the soups were served. having met La Valliere in one of the winding paths of the wood. comprised everything the King liked. except M. and particularly on account of the deferential manner which his courtiers had shown towards Fouquet. The fete was complete in every respect. if one may so express it. The dinner.. from the dishes of which it was composed. Fouquet who preceded him. the King expressed a wish not to lose the promenade. saying to Fouquet. and which he generally preferred to anything else. The King having requested to be shown to his room. D'Artagnan. in fact. "M. the gravelled walks through the thickly set avenues yielded luxuriously to the feet. The air was soft and balmy.its perfumes." without any one overhearing him. and wished. as his hunger was appeased. accompanied by the music of theorbos and flutes. indeed. too. however. The poisoned chalice. did not lose a single opportunity. of which we owe some slight description to our readers. the King became dull and gloomy again. It was the handsomest and the largest in the palace. and had invited them to supper. he rose and personally waited on the King. for Fouquet had brought them on from Melun. for the King. d'Artagnan who followed. and M. The disdain of Juno and the sulky fits of temper of Jupiter could not resist this exhibition of kindly feeling and polite attention. the moon.Fouquet had foreseen all that. the glittering dagger suspended over the head of the . The King was conducted with the greatest ceremony to the chamber of Morpheus. was able to press her by the hand and say. seated himself at the table. Louis had no excusehe." Whereupon the whole court began. but by the thoughtful attention of the superintendent the King's dinner was served up separately. He was weary. who ate a good deal and drank but little. with such enthusiasm that it looked like a cloud of Egyptian locusts settling down upon the uncut crops. The night of enchantments stole on. The King had expressly declared that so long as he remained under Fouquet's roof he did not wish his own different repasts to be served in accordance with the usual etiquette. to dine better anywhere. The Queens passed to their own apartments. in the middle of the general table. the more so in proportion to the satisfaction he fancied he had manifested. As soon. The Queen ate a biscuit dipped in a glass of San-Lucar wine. It was a composition as soft and pleasing in one part as dark and terrible in another. in obedience to the King's expressed desire. and that he would consequently dine with the rest of the company. but made a great number of observations which he turned to good profit. without allowing it to be noticed.for saying that he was not hungry. When the supper was finished. and the King ate of everything. "I love you. the wild voluptuousness or deep repose of the senses. The King found his musketeers awaiting him on the grand flight of steps. he was. its flowers and nectar. while Madame Fouquet stood behind the Queen-Mother's arm-chair..

wizards and phantoms with hideous masks. I remember the verses you used to write. Porthos had a deep." "Well. then?" "You know I am a friend of all kinds of amusement where the exercise of the imagination is required. and left the room. they were charming." "Is he not a charming host?" "No one could be more so." "Yes. the King replied. La Fontaine." "What!" said Aramis. Aramis came forward to embrace his friend.these he had made the companions of his more pleasing pictures. Fouquet also. Porthos. "Well. and people might talk in the midst of its loud bass without fear of disturbing him. but that his Majesty became much more cordial afterwards. "Will you have the goodness to summon M. in a beautiful room called the blue room on account of the color of its hangings. and when Fouquet asked him the cause of it. did not stir." "You did not notice it. he was fast asleep in his arm-chair. and so we have come to Vaux. indeed! you are the comptroller-general of the fetes here. and the freedom of conversation therefore was not interrupted by a third person. Aramis?" "No. looking at the musketeer full in the eyes. he was not in the habit of doing so. Pellisson. . having dined exceedingly well. then. d'Artagnan. Colbert?" Fouquet bowed." he said." said the King. but I am delighted to read the verses of others. I was engaged with those gentlemen who have just left the room about the theatrical performances and the tournament which are to take place to-morrow.sleeper. etc. and a Gascon and a Half D'ARTAGNAN had lost no time. however. and found on the second story. I have to talk with a few persons first. turning pale. in fact. tell me what it was. D'Artagnan desired the servants to announce him. when those others are known by the names of Moliere. the Epicureans took their leave. As it was after a while generally remarked among those present that the musketeer was reserved. and I like M. and offered him the best seat." "Does your Majesty wish for your attendants at once?" "No." "Do you know what idea occurred to me this evening. the idea occurred to me that the true King of France is not Louis XIV." "I am told that the King began by being very distant in his manner toward M. Fouquet. those dim shadows more terrific than the brightness of flame or the blackness of night. After having inquired for Aramis. since you say you have been told so?" "No. the Bishop of Vannes in company with Porthos and several of the modern Epicureans. "I am sleepy. you have so many. harmonious snore. "Why. Chapter XLII: A Gascon. Now. he had looked for him in every direction until he had succeeded in finding him. so he delicately approached the subject. The encounter he had come to seek would be rough." "Ah. no sooner had the King entered Vaux than Aramis had retired to his own room. yes. involuntarily. meditating doubtless some new piece of gallant attention for his Majesty's amusement. I have always been a poet in one way or another." "I have forgotten them. D'Artagnan felt that he was called upon to open the conversation. apparently wishing for an opportunity to converse privately with Aramis. for I should never be able to guess it. And how do you like the place?" "Very much. No sooner had the King entered the room than a cold shiver seemed to pass through him.

. he added." "And that a cabal is formed against M. I told M. "and I do not like those you are committing." he resumed. then?" said the musketeer. Fouquet is not M." "To what do you allude?" "As for the banquet." added the bishop. the concert. "Completely so. "Quite true." said d'Artagnan. Fouquet that myself." said d'Artagnan. in a tone so full of thoughtful consideration. "that that fellow will be your minister within four months. that the bishop was for the moment deceived by it. the illuminations." "True. and he then added this: 'Whoever advises me to spare expense. "That of the King." Aramis breathed again. but why were not these expenses sufficient? Was it necessary to refurnish the entire house?" "You are quite right." replied Aramis. that surprise. and the presents. "He comes of a mean race."No. "There are follies and follies." . Colbert will be minister in four months?" "Because M. hardly convinced. "Why did you not dissuade him from it?" The latter part of the sentence was just a little too much. Fouquet." "Do you not? Have you not remarked M. true. Fouquet?" "That is well known. true. the tournaments. He replied. as he pretended to become sad and full of reflection." "I don't see that. that M. and that he is doing his utmost to drive the King to get rid of the superintendent?" "One must be blind not to see it. Fouquet will have ceased to be so. and that as soon as the King had left. and that portrait too!" "What portrait?" said Aramis. "Why do you tell me that M. yet curiousto broach another phase of the conversation. the theatricals." "What likelihood is there that the King would join a party formed against a man who will have spent everything he had to please him?" "True. and smiled. the cascades. Colbert. in order to throw Aramis off his guard. related Colbert's misadventures with regard to the vin de Melun. and that you will serve him as blindly as you did Richelieu or Mazarin-" "And as you serve M. "It is done with the object of humoring the King. "He will be ruined. dear Aramis." said Aramis. a moment after. "Ah! you are like all the rest. Fouquet. the fireworks. I shall look upon as my enemy. that if he were rich enough he would offer the King a chateau new from the vanes at the top of the house to the very cellar. does Colbert." "A singular calculation that!" "Necessity." he said." D'Artagnan." "When I think. and Aramis's former suspicions were again aroused. "With this difference. he would burn the whole building and its contents.'" "It is Positive madness. so natural. completely new inside and out." "Why does he give these fetes. by ruining himself for the King. in order that it might not be made use of by any one else.jealous." "By ruining himself?" "Yes." said d'Artagnan slowly. you mean?" said d'Artagnan. Colbert's daily increasing antagonism.these are all well and good." "How completely Spanish!" "I told him so. it is M. the ball. Colbert who turned that pretty phrase. I grant. though. too.. and then. "I would wager that it was M.

" "You are conspiring against M.a beautiful relic!" "I can only tell you one thing. no." "What nonsense!" "I am not sure of it. an instinct tells me that you have some concealed project on foot. D'Artagnan went up to his friend. and Porthos sleeps. are full of generous intention. would you?" "My dear friend. who has been working upon them for the last two days and two nights." "That is true. and I swear it on the Bible: I love you just as much as formerly." returned the bishop." . don't you think so?." "Aramis. You are deceiving me. you are becoming quite incomprehensible.a project?" "I am not sure of it. if I have any project in hand that I ought to keep secret from you." "In that case. Colbert. I repeat. it is on account of others. took hold of both his hands. One favor. d'Artagnan. d'Artagnan. would suffer himself to be cut in pieces for my sake. and not on account of either of us. at the moment you pronounce them. laughing. if I were but to ask it. and will pull out the tooth. "the only thing now is." "Indeed. but I would swear to it." replied the bishop. is nothing but a shadow and a delusion. and all he had to do was to wait and watch its effect." "Be a little considerate for me." "I. I suspect you. Aramis. you cause me the greatest pain. and looking him full in the eyes said. you will find your share." "No. "Oh." said Aramis. I have the instrument." "It is not thus you should speak of our friendship. "That is merely an act of graceful attention. If I ever distrust you. like everything else that shines in this world. "for ours is not of the same nature as those of which you have been speaking!" "Look at us."That surprise?" "Yes. If that be all. Is it likely. The shaft was discharged. for which you procured some samples at Percerin's. but for me-" "Upon my word. "And this man. d'Artagnan. "what an idle word! Here is a man who. Why did you take some samples of the King's costumes at Percerin's?" "Come with me and ask poor Lebrun. friendship!" he said. Aramis. "Aramis. will not open the smallest corner of his heart. assured voice. who would shed every drop of blood in his veins for me. nobly. then?" "Do you believe in my instincts? Formerly you had faith in them." D'Artagnan shook his head with a sorrowful expression. Aramis! We are three out of the four. What devil of a suspicion have you. Well." D'Artagnan paused. then. In everything I may do and succeed in." replied Aramis. these words of yours. in a firm. Will you promise me the same favor?" "If I am not mistaken. my dear fellow. then. do you still care for me a little?" "What a question to ask!" "Very good. Friendship. friendship. that the 'opportunity' has not yet arrived." "You are right. you would not like anything disagreeable to happen to me. I should have already told it to you. Tell me the exact truth. I shall tell you about it? If I had one that I ought to reveal to you. that may be the truth for everybody else. mordioux! tell me so at once. you astonish me. an admirable trio of friends. There are certain projects which are never revealed until the favorable opportunity arrives.

my duty summons me." "I am undertaking nothing. but in your own. I have to get the watchword.. I am at the fete at Vaux. and he touched Porthos roughly on the shoulder. You have at the present moment M. smiling ironically. deceived. we are brothers! Tell me what you wish to undertake. it is a voice which has never yet deceived me. gave the musketeer the most complete satisfaction. I will do more than help you. "Come!" said d'Artagnan." said Aramis.. pretending to be annoyed. that would be too trifling a matter for you to take in hand. but d'Artagnan. The latter replied by a yawn. you have your guards and your musketeers here. He took hold of both Aramis's hands. Aramis had endured reproaches without turning pale. and shook them cordially. upon the word of d'Artagnan." "Very good!" said the musketeer. and." "I am the wiser of us two. even with one finger. from whom this separation of the two associates removed his last suspicion. Fouquet's house. the solemnity of his oath.I will do more than remain neutral. I repeat.true. did him honor. trustful and reliant. "What! d'Artagnan. "Yes. seated with his back towards the alcove.Aramis could not restrain a smile of disdain which passed across his noble features." "You suspect me of wishing to assassinate the King!" "Who spoke of that at all?" said the musketeer. as he embraced his friend in order to conceal the flush on his own face. if I have not the firm intention of prostrating myself before his throne. Oh. I will swear to remain neutral. "True." "You are mad.may Heaven's lightning blast me where I stand!" Aramis had pronounced these words with his face turned towards the alcove of his bedroom." "You are not in M. for he snores like a park of artillery. my dear fellow. yes. the son of Anne of Austria. "Not at all. The King. who counsels the King against M. "Aramis. is that you? What a lucky chance! Oh.." "Ah! he does not stay with you. he blushed as he listened to words of praise. Aramis.. made him feel ashamed." "Where are you lodged?" "In the King's anteroom. and what harm would there be in that?" "No. where d'Artagnan. Colbert. to-morrow here at Vaux will not be the most glorious day my King ever enjoyed.I will save you. d'Artagnan. And Porthos?" "Take him away with you if you like. "Are you going away?" he said. the true King of this realm of France." said the bishop. we are not enemies. "Aramis. If I think of touching. according to my wishes." "The King!" exclaimed the bishop. could not suspect that any one was lying concealed." "Aramis! Aramis! for mercy's sake. if. no. then?" said the captain. "Your face will not convince me. if he does not assassinate him. "Besides. let us understand each other. but I don't know where." D'Artagnan did not say a word. and it was not on that account you asked Percerin for those samples of the King's costumes." . The earnestness of his words. "And supposing that I were conspiring against Colbert. one word as a friend!" "A friend's word is the truth itself. the studied slowness with which he pronounced them. a voice speaks within me. He has his room to himself. and seems to enlighten my darkness. Fouquet all which perhaps you would wish to advise if I were not on his side. I do not see what any one can do to a legitimate king as ours is. "Well." "Will you help me?" said Aramis. D'Artagnan. It is the King you are conspiring against. if I cannot help you.

at all events." said the musketeer. no. it seems. Coquelin de Voliere. . Do not forget." replied Philippe. you will look through the opening. d'Artagnan." he said. If he sees." said Philippe. for in that case.. therefore." he said. and will never admit that he has been deceived. Aramis bolted the door hurriedly. "this room is above the dome. it was very attentive on the part of M. d'Artagnan entertains a great many suspicions. I assure you. which answers to one of the false windows made in the dome of the King's apartment. he will keep his fidelity. and what can result from this intimacy?" "Nothing good for M. rely upon d'Artagnan to the end of the world. and then called out." "Colbert sit down in the King's presence!" exclaimed Aramis. Where shall I place myself?" "Sit down on this folding-chair! I am going to push aside a portion of the flooring. laying a stress upon the personal pronoun."With your fine suit?" "Yes. now?" "You will go and take up your post at our place of observation." "True. Monseigneur! what are we about to hear. We have seen that Louis XIV had sent for Colbert. Fouquet!" "No. "Monseigneur! Monseigneur!" Philippe made his appearance from the alcove. overcome with delight. Good-night. As soon as they were outside. "Ah! you recognized M. then?" "Before you called him by his name." "I thought so. and Aramis accompanied them to the door. What are we to do. if he has seen nothing. Colbert." added the bishop." "He is your captain of Musketeers. "it is impossible." "M. "sit down!" The intendant.it is true that the King was alone with his subject." "And I did not choose it for a fencing-room. was it not?" "Hush!" said Aramis. refused this unprecedented honor. the portraits!" "The man whom the King wishes to sit down in his presence is M.. The conversation began between them by the King's according to him one of the highest favors that he had ever given. and that Colbert had arrived." said he. "The ceiling of the King's room has all the sweetness and calm delights of sleep. If d'Artagnan does not recognize you before the other has disappeared. and watch the moment of the King's retiring to rest. when it is too late. "Yes. starting as at the sight of an enemy. wait a moment "The notes. smiling pleasantly. "As faithful as a dog. so as to learn how that ceremony is performed." "Very good. even. Fouquet. "I see the King!" "What is he doing?" "He seems to wish some man to sit down close to him. "You are walking so heavily that you will make the flooring give way." The Prince was not mistaken. Can you see?" "Yes. he is a Gascon. "M."Colbert. pushing aside a sliding panel placed behind the bed. for he had feared he should be dismissed. that my flooring is merely the covering of his ceiling. my Prince. my friends! In ten minutes I shall be fast asleep". "Colbert himself! Oh." "He is very devoted to me. but he bites sometimes." "Look!" Aramis looked through the opening in the flooring. closed up the chinks of the windows.

"you have annoyed me exceedingly to-day." "What! you were afraid of something on my account?" "I was." "You will show me?" "Easily. "If the dead. except it be to stifle him under the weight of good living." "I know it. Colbert?" "The living are witnesses of M. I perceive. but I risked also concealing what were your true interests from you. can conceive and execute. "The truth is." "Let us listen. know its sources and they accuse him. Fouquet.. "since you are placed here. do not be afraid." he said. were to speak-" "They do speak sometimes." "M. Sire. I know. bowing. Fouquet has given me too good a meal. "Every one. M. I like that answer. Colbert.you will find your advantage in it. then"." Colbert awaited the effect of this coarse jest upon the King. to the very farthing. and I suppose every man knows he is so. very rich. where does he get all the money required for this enormous expenditure." "I am never afraid of anything under the shelter of my own conscience and under the protection of your Majesty. and saw Louis XIV take from Colbert's hand a letter which the latter held out to him. forgave Colbert his pleasantry. "Your Majesty has an excellent memory." "What does that mean.the living as well as the dead." "So that M. bowing. who close beside him listened without losing a syllable." said Colbert. Yes.can you tell?" "Yes." "It is the principal qualification required in an intendant of finances. we are quite alone. therefore." "Very good. You are about to be a witness of one of these scenes which God alone. wiser than we. but the dead. Sire. or rather which the devil alone. Listen attentively. and there was courage in doing it. listen to a piece of infamy truly royal. Sire." "I thank your Majesty for a compliment so flattering from your lips.. and Louis XIV. Sire." said the King.. who was the vainest and the most fastidiously delicate man in his kingdom. "No. then. even if it were of nothing more than an indigestion. "that M." "I know you are very exact. you knew it. "it is an immense advantage for a king who is destined for hard work to . "for one does not give his King such banquets as that of to-day.they admire and applaud the result produced. Tell me." replied Colbert. Read!" "Ah!" murmured Aramis in the Prince's ear. "Colbert. Fouquet owes his wealth to certain sources?" "The occupation of an intendant very often favors those who engage in it." said Colbert. Sire. Monseigneur." said the King." "I ran the risk of displeasing your Majesty. he remains standing.."Does he accept?" said Aramis." "You have something to say to me more confidentially." The Prince redoubled his attention. and the future King and the future pope listened eagerly to the simple mortals whom they beheld under their feet in a position to crush them if they had liked." "But all are not so. in order to learn the vocation of a king. is rich. Fouquet's wealth. "The late cardinal's handwriting.

" "I mean if it were to be declared.a tolerably good sum." "Of which your younger brother would reap all the advantage. Sire." The King read Mazarin's letter. and the name of the person with whom it was deposited?" "As your Majesty can judge for yourself. Colbert. in a low tone to Aramis. Colbert awaited the first word from the King's lips with as much impatience as Philippe and Aramis did from their place of observation. with something of nobleness in his manner. Well." said Philippe." replied Aramis." "I think. I do not know. . after a few moments' reflection. Colbert is so very near the King at this moment. M. Colbert received at Vaux what Fouquet had given him at Fontainebleau. "Your Majesty has not yet acquired the habit of going through the public accounts. in consequence of the misunderstanding between Madame de Chevreuse and Aramis. if it can be proved-" "But it is so already. "that the architect who constructed this dome ought. then. had for the first time perceived its inferiority. Sire. where we spent only three millions altogether. and with those thirteen millions one could incur four times and a fraction as much expense and display as your Majesty was able to do at Fontainebleau. M." "Thirteen millions. and the result is. He perceived it." replied the King." "That results from the accounts. you were going to say. Fouquet's roof. Sire. then. for in remembering his own fete the King." "I think it will be to-morrow." "Well. anticipating what use could be made of it." "And this letter of M." "That is true." "I thought so. too. inasmuch as M. so to have contrived that it might easily be made to fall on the heads of scoundrels such as that M. "No. Fouquet has not yet restored the thirteen millions. Mazarin indicates the employment of that sum." "I see that it refers to money which had been given to M. perhaps. How was this deficit possible?" "Possible. and as a good financier. greatly interested. Colbert had nothing further to accomplish." "You say that these thirteen millions are found to be wanting in the accounts?" "I do not say so. consequently. "The King is in his own palace wherever he may be." "Yes.. the souvenir he had evoked was a very skilfully contrived piece of baseness. Fouquet. Colbert. Fouquet has not given back the thirteen millions. "I do not quite understand. "but M. the King had become gloomy. if you remember. "Are you aware what is the natural consequence of all this." For a blunderer. Colbert?" said the King. Having once disposed the King's mind in that way. nothing further would be learned if we stated them here again." said the King. thanks to a word of Fouquet. and that would open the succession. I do not say. but as its contents are already known to the reader. he returned it with the best possible interest.recognize handwritings at the first glance. and these thirteen millions are wanting to balance the total of the accounts? That is what I do not very well understand." "Yes. certainly. and consequently-" "Well. if your Majesty-" "Were we not under M." "Well. the fact of the appropriation of the thirteen millions. but the registry does. he must have appropriated them to his own purposes. that M. and especially in houses for which his own money has paid. but there is no doubt about its reality.

so full of unexpected and startling novelties. greatly incensed. I perceive it is getting very late. Colbert. a comedy." "And what would you do?" "I should wait until to-morrow morning to give myself time for reflection. Aramis. Look! Look!" Chapter XLIII: Colbert HISTORY Will tell us.of the splendid fetes given by the superintendent to his sovereign. thanks to the thousand threads of water which increase its body." said Aramis to him. Philippe was about to quit his post of observation. and hardly recovered from the effects of the poison which Colbert had then administered to him. Fouquet. we say. every one who observed him noticed that a deep feeling of resentment. the etiquette observed in undressing the King. and Colbert withdrew with a respectful bow. cards and dice were introduced. concluded that the event which he was expecting would soon occur.. if I were the King. made up his mind." "Very good. increased by slow degrees. and they entered the apartment. Monseigneur?" "Because. reserved. was keenly alive in the depths of the King's heart. or rather history has told us.that." said the young Prince. and to-morrow we shall have no occasion to think anything more about it. with his accustomed gentleness of manner. I should not say anything further." returned Colbert. The evening came. and finding Colbert attentively waiting for his next remark. In the interval between supper and the promenade. the King during the whole of the day. The King had expressed a wish not to walk in the park until after cards in the evening." Full of preoccupation after the scene of the previous evening. "A moment longer. Colbert or M. seemed to seek La Valliere's society as actively as he sought to avoid that of M. by that time he had." "We shall not have long to listen. who followed him step by step in his thoughts as in his walk. stay! let us keep quiet and listen. and taciturn. of remote origin. Towards the middle of the day only did he begin to resume a little serenity of manner. There was nothing but amusement and delight throughout the whole of the following day: there was a promenade. "Why not. Coquelin de Voliere" as one of the actors. he could not have done better. By to-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind. "What has just now taken place is only a detail. showed himself cold. in which to his great amazement Porthos recognized "M. Sire. and study well how you ought to go to bed. Learn." Louis XIV at last raised his eyes." "Ah!" said Colbert. in the piece called "Les Facheux.Monseigneur. so brilliant in its effects.. But. in all probability. This time Colbert seemed to walk in concert with the Bishop of Vannes. "I should have-" "Till to-morrow. hastily changing the conversation. and I shall now retire to bed. of the various events of the following day. During the whole of the day the King. in which all the wonders of the "Arabian Nights' Entertainments" seemed to be reproduced for his especial amusement. although he restrained himself in the presence of the King. "My attendants!" cried the King. said. as the source becomes a river. indeed. is important. The King won . The King made a gesture of adieu. and had he received for every annoyance which he inflicted on the King a word of direction from Aramis. Nothing could smooth the frowns upon his face.the King. "M. but the ceremony of the King's retiring to rest. Sire. who in all probability wished to free himself from some of the thoughts which disturbed his mind. a banquet.

Tell Mademoiselle what M. Mademoiselle." "What is it. "No. with the King's face. suddenly made him a sign. Fouquet had somehow contrived to lose ten thousand." He found the ladies of the court already there. She put herself upon the road of vengeance. Oh!" he continued. and you. It will . to which he was by no means insensible. But La Valliere. unworthy servant." "Oh! your Majesty-" "Well. too. Colbert was waiting for him at the corner of one of the avenues. will perhaps have the kindness to listen." "Humiliation? Oh. who had avoided him or who had seemed to avoid him. the King of France. and your eyes are filled with tears. I will only ask whether you are well informed. Mademoiselle.a circumstance which made the countenances of the courtiers and the officers of the King's household the most joyous in the world. which in his evil mood the King interpreted unfavorably. and then rose. it is not sadness I experience. Then. as Louis XIV. Mademoiselle. no. Sire?" "Humiliation. to the park. saying. M.I. Overcome by sadness. he was most probably waiting there by appointment. she understood that this repressed wrath menaced some one. so that among the courtiers there was still left a hundred and ninety thousand livres' profit to divide. It was not the same. deeply distressed at having been so long separated from her lover. and judge whether I am not eclipsed.. had won a thousand pistoles. as soon as he perceived the young girl approaching. "for I almost believe that Mademoiselle de la Valliere has need of your assurance before she can put any faith in the King's word. Fouquet has done. there still remained a slight shade of dissatisfaction. who becomes proud with my stolen property. gentlemen. or nearly alone.a thousand pistoles. terrified. Well. like an angel of mercy. She had remarked this: and as nothing which lay hidden or smouldering in his heart was impenetrable to her affection. and if my eyes are full of tears.And therefore am I about to change this impudent minister's fete into a sorrow and mourning of which the nymph of Vaux. Mademoiselle." Louis XIV made a sign for Colbert to approach. impatiently. are you about to take M. had observed the King's gloomy aspect and kindling glances. however. what a word for you to use!" "I mean." he said to her. for notwithstanding his success at play. and had put them in his pocket. had stopped and drawn back a dozen paces. The King. "should I be guilty of an indiscretion if I were to inquire if you are indisposed? You seem to breathe as if you were distressed. "That this king is a faithless. that wherever I may happen to be. Sire?" said Louise. "Mademoiselle. we have before observed. shall not soon lose the remembrance. no one else ought to be the master. she presented herself to the King with an embarrassed aspect. as the poets say. Sire. and they then struck into the depths of the park together. it is for the sadness of your Majesty. and having won them put them in his pocket.before the king of these wide domains. look round you on every side. disturbed at the sight of that emotion which she had divined.. Colbert. then. nervously agitated." said the young King." "Oh. "Speak. Sire.the King advanced towards La Valliere and took her by the hand. if I am distressed. Your Majesty has more than once learned the value of accusations made at court. "And now. "when I think that this king-" "Well. But M." "My sadness? You are mistaken. Fouquet's part?" said Louis. clinching his hands and teeth.inasmuch as Colbert. Sire. then. as they were alone.

nevertheless. leave us. and he wished that the pure heart of La Valliere. Monsieur. Fouquet under his own roof. not very heinous." "Speak. "Speak. so purely that the King himself does not doubt my love."a simple abuse of confidence. that gentle lamb. and with the same eagerness. threatens to scale my heaven. Mademoiselle. and if he acted badly. and go and inform M. we both love him. he imagined there was some dark. d'Artagnan that I have orders to give him. with such an accent that the heart of the young King was powerfully affected by it. if in doing so he does either myself or those who belong to me an injury. even were it only by a single word. you would be dishonoring yourself if you were to give such an order. but each in a different manner. However. he hesitated about carrying into execution. ." said La Valliere. "it is not M. Mademoiselle. and with a glance like lightning imposed silence upon him. since the King wishes me to listen to you. true to his motto. for I would not listen to it. Tell me.his heart was not at rest." replied the noble-hearted girl." "Pardieu! in order to arrest this haughty Titan. who. should approve. The King turned round at the sound of this suppressed mirth. Fouquet. then." "Dishonor myself?" murmured the King. his mind was not thoroughly convinced. who at this moment is ruining himself for his sovereign!" "I believe. I have only one word to say. it is yourself. do you say?" "Ah! does that surprise you?" "In his own house?" "Why not? If he be guilty. hidden. but into serving your Majesty." "I put eagerness not into what I say." "Arrest M. turned round upon him. d'Artagnan? I entreat you to tell me. the resolution which he had taken. were it needed." Colbert hung down his head." replied La Valliere. "that I too love the King." "Do not say it. Sire!" exclaimed La Valliere. I have nothing to say. I should tell him so. Mademoiselle. he is guilty in his own house as anywhere else. "when the King acts well. turning pale with anger. "in that I would lay down my life. Colbert. what is the crime with which M. but were the King to confer a benefit either upon me or mine. Fouquet. which had revolted at the idea of a theft or robbery. Monsieur. Monsieur." "M. you are defending this traitor!" Colbert began to chuckle silently. "I love him so deeply that the whole world is aware of it." "Me! you defend me?" "Sire." Colbert ventured to say. "Sire. Sire. you put a strange eagerness into what you say. "Mademoiselle. speak. But he who touches his honor touches my life. Fouquet is charged?" "Oh. He is my King and my master.not be long. I am the humblest of his servants.. I repeat that they dishonor the King who advise him to arrest M. who had advanced." said La Valliere to Colbert. "speak. and when you shall have related it. "In truth. for he felt that the King had abandoned him." "M. Fouquet I am defending. tortuous intrigue concealed beneath these thirteen million livres." Why did Louis XIV insist upon it in such a manner? For a very simple reason." "Yes." Colbert seemed inclined to grumble. "Monsieur. as he bent his head. Mademoiselle.." she said. Now." he returned. he murmured. d'Artagnan. and which." "But it appears to me. "but why send for M. La Valliere.

I should say aloud. pressed La Valliere to his breast with all the ardor of ineffable affection.. "some one is coming.a letter. In spite of himself.' I have no occasion for other lips to say. He looked at Fouquet with a feeling almost of gratitude for having given La Valliere an opportunity of showing herself so generously disposed. as the King. shook his head. no. the greater will the King's honor and glory appear. and takes to flight?" exclaimed Colbert. Fouquet to flee. to the King's eternal honor. slightly yellow. and the more guilty he may have been." he said gently. inundating the darkness of the scene with a flood of light as bright as day. the eager attention which every one displayed. "A paper. by the nobleness of the cause she advocated." "Mademoiselle. but which must have been very precious. 'I affirm. Sire!" "The King stooped down immediately. Fouquet has been guilty of certain crimes? I know he has. he was overpowered by the passionate energy of her voice. "Leave me. Colbert yielded." he said. what could you have to tell me? That M. Monsieur. his home is sacred. and at the same moment the torches arrived. and it is an asylum which even executioners would not dare to violate. as he knelt before her. protected from observation by the thick covert of an enormous lime. Louise. perhaps. "Oh.'" La Valliere paused.. 'I believe. and was silent. "Well. since the intendant smiled as he looked at it. Fouquet's person is sacred to the King because he is the King's host. Colbert tranquilly looked among the papers in his pocketbook." cried Colbert. Hardly had Fouquet conducted the King towards the chateau." Louis kissed La Valliere's hand. Fouquet the vilest of men. look there. when compared with such misery and such shame. overcome by the inequality of the struggle. Chapter XLIV: Jealousy THE torches to which we have just referred.. so powerful in the influence she exercised over his heart. and from the moment the King said. The moment of the last and greatest display had arrived. the King could not but admire her. since his wife is living in it. and then. because the King has said so. not yet!" he said to himself.a group which was revealed for a moment as the light of the approaching torches shone upon it. who had been on his knees before the young girl. and the new ovation paid to the King by Fouquet arrived in time to suspend the effect of a resolution which La Valliere had already considerably shaken in Louis XIV's heart. "Ah! Mademoiselle de la Valliere has let something fall. was rising from his humble posture.' But were M." "What is it?" inquired the King. no. that he allowed M. to expedite the young girl's departure. he then bent a look full of hatred upon the charming group which the young girl and the King formed together. "why do you decide against me? Do you know what this wretched fellow will do. then suddenly his face brightened up again. And while the King. Were his house a den of thieves. 'M. crumpling it in his hand as he did so. At last the King breathed again more freely. some one is coming. Colbert exclaimed. and held out his hand to La Valliere. Louise disappeared rapidly among the trees. his palace is inviolable.Besides. and drew out of it a paper folded in the form of a letter. when a mass of fire . Louis noticed the light reflected upon La Valliere's white dress. "I am lost!" thought Colbert.something white. "Mademoiselle. were Vaux a cave of coiners or robbers. if I give him time to breathe again?" "Is he not a prey which will always be within your grasp?" "And if he escapes. it will always remain on record. Mademoiselle. and picked up the letter.

" "I am afraid your Majesty is suffering?" "I am suffering. just as Louis was on the point of holding his hand out to Fouquet. you shall hear from me. d'Artagnan to come here!" The blood of Louis XIV. "What is the matter. and rejoiced inwardly at the approach of the storm. with an expression of graceful interest. in his opinion." The King. The only remark approaching to amiability which the King could find to say to Fouquet. he had even a friendly and kindly smile for the young King. the religion of hospitality. The superintendent endeavored again to question Louis XIV. and calling his guards to gather round him. which he supposed was a loving and tender epistle that La Valliere had destined for him. he was obliged to undergo the usual ceremony. and have already told you so. was in these words: "M. Fouquet saw the King's pallor. he was perfectly ready to get Fouquet's . every gentler feeling disappeared. which the magnificence of the spectacle was already.piety. But as he read it. Fouquet. Sire?" inquired the superintendent. and the whole court followed them. which had resulted in a slight quarrel. and was far from guessing the evil. Colbert saw the King's anger. the reader has doubtless guessed. who had so profoundly dissimulated his feelings. turned towards the chateau. which increased momentarily in beauty. who was surrounded and feted by the masters of Vaux. Fouquet's voice drew the young King from his wrathful reverie. In the bitter pang which wrung his heart. a deathlike pallor stole over his face. he perceived in it the paper which. but it is nothing. This idea was sufficient to reassure him. The fireworks began. and by the brilliant light. which on that evening was marked by the closest adherence to the strictest etiquette. however. Monsieur. but completely absorbed by his passion for La Valliere. was not all the King had to submit to. produced a terrible spectacle. illumined by the many-colored fires. The next day was the one fixed for the departure. Colbert. boiled in his veins. he was almost on the point of uttering a cry of alarm.burst from the dome of Vaux with a prodigious uproar. at Fontainebleau. at twenty paces from the King. The still stronger magnet of love drew the young King's attention to the souvenir of his idol. which every one would have shuddered at. This. as he replied. could they only have read his heart. but obtained no reply.. leaving the remains of the fireworks burning for their own amusement. kindness. still too weak to hide his sufferings. to do his utmost to recall Louis's attention. had taken a dislike to every one because his mistress had shown herself offended with him. when the latter wished him good-night. Fouquet accompanied him. "Nothing. From the moment when the dark truth was revealed to him. and drew forth from the neighboring villages loud exclamations of admiration. which was torn by the most stormy passions. For him there was no more truce with jealousy and rage. who was not ordinarily sulky by disposition. seemed. was the same that had disappeared with the porter Toby. as he believed. after the attempt which Fouquet had made upon La Valliere's heart. as he took leave of him. and an expression of deep-seated wrath. and that the King. without waiting for the termination of the fireworks. Be good enough to desire M. and should show him a little attention in return for the expenditure of his twelve millions. too easily diverting. it was but proper that the guests should thank their host. and illumining the remotest corners of the gardens. Suddenly. La Valliere had dropped at his feet as she hurried away. the King read the letter. This letter which Colbert had thrown down at the King's feet. He imagined that there had been some misunderstanding between Louis and La Valliere in the park. by the obstinate persistence of his gloomy thoughts. Louis made a violent effort over himself. pouring a flood of dazzling light on every side.

in the tempest of his wrath. and what others?" "Twenty Guards and thirteen Swiss." "For what purpose? and since when has the King's word been insufficient for you?" "Because the word of a King when it springs from a feeling of anger may possibly change when the feeling changes." "How many men will be required to-" "To do what." "No more phrases." replied d'Artagnan: you cause a man to be arrested when you are still under his roof." replied the captain. Aramis and Philippe were in theirs. and passion is alone the cause of that. beneath one of those royal smiles which are the lightning flashes to the thunderbolts of the State. and made his way towards the door. with cold and vindictive passion. Sire?" replied the musketeer. If that mends nothing. unfortunately.throat cut. "Are you going to tell me that it is impossible?" exclaimed the King. Fouquet. entered Louis XIV's apartment. and drew back in the face of that man. He gave the necessary order at the door. opening his large." "Wrong to lose his temper!" shouted the King. it will at least show us that the King is wrong to lose his temper. without making other reply to the question addressed to him. the terrible resolution he had formed. "This. He concealed. and kissed it. The King. Louis shuddered throughout his whole frame. and said. "Is there some new trouble. body of Christ!" "The King your father and the King your grandfather never lost their temper except in the privacy of their own palace. but returning to the King he said. d'Artagnan. and then I wish to be in a position to show you your signature. as his predecessor had caused the assassination of the Marechal d'Ancre. I say?" repeated the King.it was but a short distance. hesitated. I always have thoughts." ." replied d'Artagnan. "What is your thought?" he exclaimed. but allowed Fouquet to touch his hand with his lips. lose their temper. "that no one enters here!" "Very good. before me. "What for. "Very well." D'Artagnan fell back a step." he exclaimed. Sire?" "How many men have you. "Did not my father. When your anger shall have passed away you will regret what you have done. Sire. When he reached it he suddenly paused. then. you have another thought besides that?" "Oh. just as a horse crouches on his haunches under the strong hand of a rider. "I have the Musketeers." D'Artagnan turned on his heel. but ran forward to meet him. do it. stamping upon the ground with his foot. "To arrest M. my grandfather too. and thoughts which. wounded to the quick. but in order to effect this arrest I should like written directions. "Take care. "I never said that anything is impossible. "To arrest M. with frenzy. still eagerly attentive and still listening." "Well. The King did not even give the captain of the Musketeers time to approach his arm-chair. "Your Majesty will forgive me. calm eyes. to whom the royal order had been communicated. Fouquet!" he burst forth. Sire. Five minutes afterwards. others have not!" d'Artagnan replied impertinently. your Majesty?" "How many men have you here?" said the King. whose glance had for a long time past analyzed the ravages on the King's countenance. Fouquet took the King's hand. Monsieur. and he cleared it in half a dozen paces.

but with his ill-gotten plunder he corrupts secretaries. Fouquet is so easy that a child might do it! It is like drinking a glass of bitters: one makes an ugly face." "I do not prevent your doing anything. Fouquet until I shall have made up my mind by tomorrow morning. "Here is a man who is ruining himself in order to please you. no one." "And return. The King is at home in every man's house when he has driven its owner out of it. "No. and you wish to have him arrested! Mordioux! Sire. I arrest you. The King closed the door with his own hands. Ah." he said. and I hardly see how it is to be done. With his whole mind fixed on the thought of revenge. which I very much doubt." "Stay!" said the King.. Sire. At last he began to take comfort in the expression of his violent feelings. generals. "Can it be possible?" said d'Artagnan. and now leave me to myself. Defend himself when such extreme harshness as you are going to practise makes him king and martyr! Nay.that. Colbert. is a real difficulty." "Why so?" "Because nothing is easier than to go up to M. and any one treated me in that manner. I would swallow at a single gulp ten pieces of fireworks.the greatest of all. alas! having heard anything about it. firing this last shot as he was leaving the room. artists." "If he defends himself?" "He! not at all likely." "You do not even want M." "You had better say it is impossible." The King bit his lips. Fouquet in the midst of a thousand enthusiastic guests who surround him. "do not make his arrest a public affair." "Go!" said the King. "but have you men enough?" "Do you suppose I am going to take a whole host to help me? To arrest M. and that is all. But it is all the same.' But to go up to him. to take him away from his guests and keep him a prisoner for you without one of them. I am sure that if he has a million livres left. then?" said the musketeer. "A . friends. he even takes from me my mistress. for further orders. But what does that matter? It shall be done at once. if my name were Fouquet. to turn him first one way and then another." "That shall be done.. Colbert. and you will have finished much sooner. Are you decided?" "Take care of M. to drive him up into one of the corners of the chessboard in such a way that he cannot escape. Leave me!" D'Artagnan quitted the room. and all. indeed. and say 'In the King's name." "That is a flattering phrase which cannot proceed from any one but M. and it shall be done."The King is master wherever he may be. when I rise in the morning. and I would set fire to them and blow myself and everybody else up to the sky. but it happens not to be the truth. he would be willing enough to give it in order to have such a termination as this. in truth. it is your wish. The King started. and began to walk up and down his apartment at a furious pace. like a wounded bull in an arena who drags after him the colored streamers and iron darts. "Miserable wretch that he is! not only does he squander my finances. Mon Dieu! I seem to be surrounded by people who prevent my doing what I wish." "That will be more difficult. that is the reason why that perfidious girl so boldly took his part! Gratitude! and who can tell whether it was not a stronger feeling. he had forgotten the cause and substance of the offence.love itself?" He gave himself up for a moment to his bitter reflections. "no one here.

After he had thrown himself for a few minutes to and fro convulsively on his bed. as it often happens in that first sleep.it seemed to him as if the god Morpheus.. his limbs. The bed creaked beneath his weight. unceasingly renewed. and the old man in his state of exhaustion find an incessant renewal of their sorrow." The King. the tutelary deity of the apartment which bore his name. sleepless nights which realize to the unhappy the fable of the liver of Prometheus. who still think of love. trying there to find at least repose of body. he struck the arm of the chair in which he was sitting. like one in an epileptic fit. his head lay languidly on his pillow. he is my mortal enemy. which raises the body above the couch. surprised by the sudden appearance of a misfortune. That man shall fall so low that when people look at the utter ruin which my anger shall have wrought. "To-morrow! tomorrow! oh. threw himself on his bed. "A faun who pursues a course of gallantry and has never met resistance. and bit the sheets in the extremity of his emotion.I hate him. a man for silly women. no other rival will that bright orb have but me. and then rose. still trembled occasionally. the soul above the earth. who was incapable of mastering his emotions any longer. Youth. and is thereby far sooner overthrown by the inflexible enemy with whom he is engaged. Louis was conquered in a quarter of an hour. so light and gentle. that something shone brightly. and requiring that what it loses should be immediately restored.youth knows not those endless. towards whom Louis raised his eyes.I hate him!" and as he pronounced these words. violently over and over again. and half suffocated by his passion. Then it seemed to him. Chapter XLV: High Treason THE ungovernable fury which took possession of the King at the sight and at the perusal of Fouquet's letter to La Valliere by degrees subsided into a feeling of painful weariness. almost weeping. painted on the ceiling.. with that abhorrent hate with which young men regard those more advanced in life. absolute silence soon reigned in the chamber of Morpheus. his sufferings cease. dressed as he was. and moved to and fro in the dome . wearied by his anger and reddened by his tears. "when the sun rises. who lavishes his gold and jewels in every direction. they will be forced to confess.satyr!" he thought. and who retains his staff of painters in order to take the portraits of his mistresses in the costume of goddesses!" The King trembled with passion as he continued: "He pollutes and profanes everything that belongs to me. Fouquet and La Valliere: from fury he subsided into despair. Then he ceased to clinch his hands. in direct struggles with it. Once overthrown.. knocked over with a blow of his fist a small table placed close to his bedside. and he shall fall! I hate him. so that the King gently closed his eyes and fell asleep. at least. and in the bitterness of feeling from which he was suffering. and from his breast only faint and unfrequent sighs still issued. happy day!" he murmured. and with the exception of a few broken sounds which escaped from his overburdened chest. a young man. that I am indeed greater than he. his nerveless arms fell quietly down. full of health and life.. agitated by slight muscular contractions. In instances where the man of middle life in his acquired strength of will and purpose. showered down upon him copiously the sleep-inducing poppies. looked at him with eyes quite human. he destroys everything that is mine. he will be my death at last! That man is too much for me. and from despair to prostration. weakens himself in sighs and groans and tears. exhausted by his excessive emotions. Morpheus. and to burn with his looks the invisible objects of his hatred. he ceased to attack with violent imprecations M.

And strange enough. and in this dream the crown of gold which fastened the curtains together seemed to recede from his vision. "Let us wake up. He darted from his bed. "you do not answer!" . whose glimmering light revealed the saddest picture a king could look upon.. and that all he had to do to cause it to disappear was to move his arms or to say something aloud. "Do you belong to M. so that the winged genius which with both its hands supported the crown seemed. after all. "It matters very little to whom we belong. and that I desire it should cease. "If this is a comedy. except as from the bottom of a well we can see the light of day. No paintings. that he had his eyes open also. And yet the bed still continued to descend. and in an attitude of deep and absorbed meditation. by the help of that light which still burns in the brain when every human light is extinguished. Fouquet that I find it unseemly. turned to the other masked figure. there is no one who in the midst of a suffocating nightmare has not said to himself. and what is the meaning of this jest?" "It is no jest.nothing but walls of a dull gray color. The King could no longer see the light in his room. greatly astonished at his situation. He held himself erect and motionless as a block of marble." This was precisely what Louis XIV said to himself. escaping from his gaze. At last. the masked figure that held the lantern. but still more. Louis. just as the dome. He then looked around him. each wrapped in a huge cloak. more impatient than intimidated. The bed still sank." he said. with his eyes open. had done. Monsieur. Doubtless the King was dreaming. Fouquet?" inquired the King." The King. and the face covered with a mask. it reached a stratum of air black and still as death. and after a minute. in a deep voice. Then it seemed to him as if the dome gradually retired. "you will tell M. "I am under the influence of a terrible dream. stamping his foot. On his right hand and on his left two armed men stood silently. Come. and then it stopped. that face was saddened by a feeling of the profoundest pity. too. to which it remained suspended. "What is this. "We are your masters. "It is time to arouse myself. as the light of the royal chamber faded away into darkness and gloom. "It is nothing but a dream. nor velvet hangings were visible any longer. "Well." he perceived that not only was he already awake. moving off for an instant. left uncovered a human face. though vainly so. this man bore so wonderful a resemblance to the King himself. Louis said to himself that his dream still lasted. to call upon the King. Then. with a hand resting against the mouth." added the King. let us wake up!" Every one has experienced what the above remark conveys.above the sleeper. and found himself upon the damp ground. easy movement. addressing himself to the man who held the lamp in his hand. who was fast disappearing from it. gloomy." replied. as regular as that by which a vessel plunges beneath the waves." said the phantom. could not resist the deception of this cruel hallucination. which the increasing gloom made darker every moment." The second masked person to whom the King had addressed himself was a man of huge stature and vast circumference. something cold." he thought. nor gold. that Louis fancied he was looking at his own face reflected in a mirror. But when he said. only. he said. that the crowd of terrible dreams. and that the figures and attributes painted by Lebrun became darker and darker as the distance became more and more remote. which seemed in its duration almost an age to the King. A gentle. one of them held a small lamp in his hand. and inexplicable seemed to infect the air. that is sufficient. had succeeded to the immovableness of the bed.

a subterranean passage. while the second masked figure closed the procession. at least." said the giant. . he could perceive nothing but the damp walls. at that threat." replied the man with the lamp. my dear young friend. and said: "It seems I have fallen into the hands of a couple of assassins. except that you are the chief facheux. "what do you intend to do with the King of France?" "Try to forget that word. "If you are obstinate. The King dreaded violence. and leading his prisoner towards a carriage which seemed to be in waiting. "Another blow!" said the King. as he extinguished the lamp his companion handed to him. where we are going. "You will know by and by. In this manner they passed along a winding gallery of some length. with as many staircases leading out of it as are to be found in the mysterious and gloomy palace of Ann Radcliffe. Louis recognized the balmy odors which the trees exhale after a hot summer's day. so much the worse for you!" and as he said this he disengaged from beneath the cloak with which he had threatened the King a hand of which Milo of Crotona would have envied him the possession on the day when he had that unhappy idea of rending his last oak. As soon as the door was opened and admitted the air."We do not answer you." said the King. ended at last in a long corridor closed by an iron door. and that they would consequently be ready to proceed to extremities if necessary. then!" Neither of the men answered a word to this remark. will roll you up in a cloak. which glistened here and there with the slimy traces of the snail. "Come!" replied the former of the two men. "because there is nothing to answer. turning towards the one who had just had the audacity to touch his sovereign. The figure with the lamp opened the door with one of the keys he wore suspended at his girdle. my good monsieur. "I will lift you up in my arms. "You deserve to be broken on the wheel for the word you have just made use of. "Oh! oh! a dungeon. and that M. "but the King is too kind-hearted. All these windings. Coquelin de Voliere forgot to include you in the number of his." replied the man who held the lamp." said the King. why. made so sudden a movement that it seemed as if he meditated flight. for he could well believe that the two men into whose power he had fallen had not gone so far with any idea of drawing back. and if you are stifled there. throughout which the King heard the sound of falling water over his head. in a stentorian voice. in a tone which as little admitted of reply as one of the famous decrees of Minos. and fixed him motionless where he stood. the King followed him. He paused hesitatingly for a moment or two. where during the whole of the time the King had heard them rattle." "Look!" Louis looked all round him." "Which leads-" "Will you be good enough to follow us?" "I shall not stir from hence!" cried the King. but his huge companion who followed him thrust him out of the subterranean passage." Louis. "But tell me. but by the light of the lamp which the masked figure raised for the purpose." "At least. Move on. "In the meantime tell me where I am. folding his arms with a passionate gesture. He shook his head. The one who carried the lantern walked first." said the giant. "No. with a kind of respect in his manner." replied the taller and stouter of the two. tell me what you want!" exclaimed Louis. but the giant's hand was placed on his shoulder.

which might have been heard at the entrance of the Faubourg St. "Go and wake the governor!" said the coachman. with their feet fettered. "M. d'Herblay!" said the latter.yes. de Baisemeaux. seated himself at the back of the carriage. my dear M. The carriage set off immediately at a quick trot." "What about?" inquired the governor." . de Baisemeaux appeared in his dressing-gown on the threshold of the door." "Advised. the person who had accompanied the King in the carriage ascended the flight of steps. "It appears that you were right the other day. you know." "Tell me what you mean. Two horses. at the top of which the governor was awaiting him. and placed its muzzle on the prisoner's chest. Monseigneur. without any other remark. that I was unwilling. and after having called out to the sentinel. The man on the box changed the horses. dear M. Baisemeaux. It was discovered at the Ministry. "Let us go into your room." "Very good! we both thought that it was for Marchiali?" "Certainly.The carriage was completely concealed amid the trees. my good fellow." Aramis replied quietly. "By the King's order!" the driver conducted the horses into the circular enclosure of the Bastille. "Hush!" said Aramis. everything remained as calm in the carriage as in the prison. opening the carriage door and letting down the step. and entered the city about three o'clock in the morning." said the same man. so that I now bring you an order from the King to set at liberty Seldon. however. With this recommendation. Monsieur. de Baisemeaux." "Good heavens! what brings you here at this hour?" "A mistake. that an order of release was sent to you?" "Yes. that was all. what a word to make use of!advised. de Baisemeaux. for Marchiali. "Get in. "and whom have you brought me there?" The man with the lantern opened the carriage door. reeking with sweat. and continued to follow the road towards Paris with the same rapidity. and a sergeant of the guard ran forward. M. that I did not believe it. Antoine. aloud. The carriage proceeded along the Faubourg St. With the exception of this voice. my dear M." said the governor. advised me to give him up to you. who immediately got down from his seat. harnessed them himself. and said two or three words to the one who acted as driver. "It is a very simple affair. and that you carried him off with you in your carriage. "What is the matter now?" he asked. Antoine. at the flight of steps. that you compelled me. the man who alighted from the carriage. looking out upon the courtyard called La Cour du Gouvernement. almost suffocated by surprise and terror. You remember." "Oh. which was unoccupied. it was a mistake.. and in the forest of Senart found a relay of horses fastened to the trees in the same manner in which the first horses had been. he cut the fastenings by which the horses were bound. "Fire at once if he speaks!" added.that poor devil of a Scotchman. and mounted on the box of the carriage. and without a postilion. "Very good!" replied his companion. "About the order of release. the padded door of which was shut and locked immediately upon him and his guide. There the horses drew up. As for the giant. You will recollect.no. turned into the road to Paris.. were fastened by a halter to the lower branches of a large oak.. The King obeyed. took up a short musket which he kept under his feet. in a voice of thunder. Ten minutes afterwards. my dear friend." "Well.

You understand that when his peculiar style of madness came to the ." said Baisemeaux. indeed. and attempt to play the role of usurper. at all events. you talk like a child! Where is the order you received respecting Marchiali?" Baisemeaux ran to his iron chest and took it out. since I have brought Marchiali back to you. it is the one I bring you. then?" "That is very simple." added Aramis. "you know the resemblance between that unfortunate fellow and-" "And the King?. the wretch!" cried Baisemeaux. and lets every one see how mad he is. my dear friend. my dear Baisemeaux." "Oh. You no longer possess any order justifying Marchiali's release."Seldon! are you sure this time?" "Well. you see. in an extremity of terror. my good fellow. I see. "Very good!" Baisemeaux clasped his hands together." "Indeed?" "It is the very one I assured you I saw the other evening." "I am a lost man!" "Far from it. but." said Aramis. read it yourself. He is mad. and it is just the same as if he had never left." "Ah!" said the governor. I have no secrets". my dear governor. whose liberation is authorized by this order." "Gracious heavens!" "That is the reason why I have brought him back again. the very first use that Marchiali made of his liberty was to pretend." "And you will hand over to me this Seldon. do you bring him back again?" cried the unhappy governor.Can you guess what?" "How is it likely I should guess?" "To pretend that he was the King of France. as he said in a low tone of voice." "I should think so. "Look at your position a little. Aramis seized hold of it. then." "Don't talk such nonsense. let no one hold any communication with him. "for so devoted a servant. after having taken Marchiali away from me. and he put his mouth close to Baisemeaux's ear. in a paroxysm of terror and completely dumfounded.I-" "You do understand. "For a friend such as you are." "Very good. held them to the lamp. and burned them. "Plain enough. "this order is the very same that has already passed through my hands. do you understand?" "I." "What is to be done. "To dress himself up in clothes like those of the King. Parbleu! I recognize it by the blot of ink. completely overcome by terror. In this way you square your conduct. about the other?" "What other?" "Marchiali?" "I have him here with me. coolly tore it in four pieces." said Aramis. handing him the order." "I do not know whether it is that. I require a new order to take him back again. "and you will see that it is very simple.yes. "Good heavens! what are you doing?" exclaimed Baisemeaux. and you will go and shut him up immediately." "But. "But why." "But that is not enough for me. at any rate. with his imperturbable self-possession. "Why." said Aramis.

"that he has a rather strong resemblance to the King. "and now. indeed. But it is quite understood.and remember this very distinctly. have him up!" Baisemeaux ordered the drums to be beaten and the bell to be rung. I was going to forget that. You understand. I repeat. Porthos. back again to Vaux. he went to take the prisoner from the carriage. I will go and give orders at once." "So that. and as fast as possible!" "A man is light when he has faithfully served his King.. as a warning to every one to retire in order to avoid meeting a mysterious prisoner. sentence of death pronounced against all those who may allow him to communicate with any one else save me or the King himself. became perfectly furious. he was pale and haggard.an order which I will myself bring. miserable wretch?" cried the governor. so that now. he led him. "Now.sentence of death!" "Do I understand? Morbleu!" "And now go down and conduct this poor devil back to his dungeon again. who again resumed his. Monseigneur!" Aramis returned to his companion. making the King get out of the carriage. and saw how his kindness of heart had been repaid by such black ingratitude. up the stairs.. de Baisemeaux. passed across the drawbridge of the Bastille. Baisemeaux shut the door upon him.. and opened the door of the room in which Philippe for six long years had bemoaned his existence. then. my good fellow. to enter his name in the prison-book at once!" "Pardieu!" "Well. and Aramis. unless you prefer he should come up here. would . such." said Aramis. set Seldon free!" "Oh. but still less so than you said. turned the key twice in the lock. which was raised again immediately behind it. and in serving him saved his country. the King. is it not?" "What is 'quite understood'?" "That no one is to enter the prisoner's cell. Baisemeaux. who had not taken off his mask. go off to your affairs! I shall go away to mine." he said in a low tone. when the passages were free. Then. lightened of a prisoner who in fact seemed to Aramis very heavy. dear M. faithful to the directions which had been given him. yes. no! This very minute!" "Well. very good!" and immediately. "Very good. except with an order from the King.oh. and then returned to Aramis. for it concerns you most closely." "Bah! to-morrow will be time enough. still kept his musket levelled.so that there is now. at whose breast Porthos." "To-morrow!. Let us be off!" and the carriage. to the second Bertaudiere. Chapter XLVI: A Night in the Bastille SUFFERING in human life is proportioned to human strength.. "It is quite true. who had pitied his terrible affliction. still accompanied by Porthos. "The horses will have nothing to draw." "That is understood. We will not pretend to say that God always apportions to a man's capability of endurance the anguish he permits him to suffer. The King entered the cell without pronouncing a single word. Adieu. "Ah! is that you." said Porthos. as soon as he perceived the King." said Aramis.King's ears. "you would not have been deceived by the substitution of the one for the other." "What would be the good of that?" "It would be better. Baisemeaux." "What a question!" "You are a most valuable fellow. perhaps.

. a rat of enormous size engaged in nibbling a piece of dry bread. and that. as he closed his eyes in order to avoid looking upon something even worse. found himself led to a cell in the Bastille. he fancied at first that death is like sleep.. Colbert was right. I have been drawn into a snare at Vaux." he said. and degradation of a King all-powerful but yesterday. In what way can I have been made a prisoner? It is. he had not abdicated aught of his majesty.. Would they not rather have poisoned me at one of my meals.hell?" Louis murmured at the moment the door closed upon him. that King was still the King.." said the King to himself. "How can I have died?" he said to himself. lying nerveless by his side. which escaped from his breast almost unconsciously. those hands. or with the fumes of wax. shut by Baisemeaux himself. but fixing all the time an intelligent and inquiring look upon the new occupant of the cell.that the weak suffer more. "My father lying dead upon his funeral couch. "a torture the more terrible since it might be eternal?" "Is this what is termed eternity.. that the bed had broken through the flooring of his room at Vaux. who have done nothing. And yet what dreams God might have sent to him. impossible to realize in life. habit. than the strong. since God permits the existence of death. was dreaming of those horrors. Louis XIV. He looked round him. so far as the body is concerned. "I have seen. stupefied. When the young King. Fouquet cannot be acting alone in this affair.more than anything else. still carrying out his dream. crushed. which are termed dethronement. to recognize himself. that death had resulted. God. which is sometimes the only refuge open to those who are too closely pressed.to him whom so many others had preceded. "I. Suffering is proportioned to strength in this sense. And what are the elementary principles which compose human strength? Are they not. he was enthroned still upon that funereal couch.a prisoner!" He looked round him for a bell to summon some one to him. to see everything."was it not. now dead. just below an enormous crucifix coarsely painted in fresco on the wall. Louis knew that he was alive and in full possession of his natural senses. I recognized it.nothing there betokened a sleep disturbed by dreams." A strange sound attracted the young man's attention. without confusing the details of that agony. and saw on the mantel-shelf. it is an axiom in morals as in physics. "and it is in the Bastille I am imprisoned. He did not even look around him. "Could that bed have been let down by some artificial means? But. he allowed himself to be carried away by the terrible supposition that he was already dead.. of his own wretched suffering. and has its dreams. "A prisoner!" he cried.that voice I but just now heard was M. to hear everything. once so skilful.. That pale face. His agent. those limbs stiffened by the icy grasp of death. "There are no bells in the Bastille. To be a spectator. imprisonment. M. as upon a velvet arm-chair." he said. He moved back towards the door. But what is Fouquet's . experience? We shall not even take the trouble to demonstrate that. cannot punish me. as palpable phantom. where the trial is the same. The King could not resist a sudden impulse of fear and disgust. no! I do not remember to have received any contusion or any shock. to float in an incomprehensible mystery between resemblance and reality.exercise. almost insensible. Fouquet. as they did my ancestress Jeanne d'Albret?" Suddenly the chill of the dungeon seemed to fall like a cloak upon Louis's shoulders. of course. then. hurried away by him into eternal death! No. in his regal robes. a conspiracy of M. d'Herblay's.too bitterly afflicted.not be exact. leaning with his back against the wall. uttering a loud cry. so calm and worn. who had not punished him. and in that chamber. and as if he but needed this cry.

his fury knew no longer any bounds. When the King had assured himself of his departure." the King continued. He broke a pane of glass. your head is out of sorts. and it was . but no voice replied to his. and shook the iron bars. it redoubled his strength. one after another. he leaped from the table to the window. the pieces of which fell clanking into the courtyard below. The prisoner broke the chair. The sound became tremendous and continuous. It was the voices of the prisoners. He struck with such force and rapidity that the perspiration soon began to pour down his face. Therefore. the King had come among them to rob them of their sleep. and made use of it as a battering-ram to strike against the door. which must be the luminous dawn.My mother too? And La Valliere? Oh! La Valliere. there! are you mad?" said a rude. and a violent blow which was returned upon the door itself made him cease his own. the author of their captivity. his dress torn and whitened. But the Queen?. This sound produced a strange effect upon the King. the jailer had left without condescending to reply. and hurled it against the massive oaken door. they complained against the author of this noise. At the end of an hour Louis heard something in the corridor behind the door of his cell. The voices ascended like vapors through the thick ceilings and the massive walls. all through his life. After having deprived so many persons of their liberty.she will have been abandoned to Madame. "Perhaps my brother the Duc d'Orleans is doing against me what my uncle." replied the voice. having noticed a barred window. Dear child!. I will summon him. accustomed to command. relapsing into gloom. He shouted with increasing hoarseness. now his companions. it is so. he paused to listen to it. "I will speak to him. then louder and louder still. at first gently. Be quiet. surprised. This was for the King a fresh proof of the slight regard in which he was held in the Bastille. during which time he was in a burning fever. By degrees his anger increased. who knows?" thought the King. lozenge-shaped. We are separated forever!" and at this idea of separation the lover burst into tears. but no one replied to him. the governor!" This excess lasted fully an hour. he trembled at the idea of disobedience. as they have me. "The governor. "What is the matter with you this morning?" "This morning!" thought the King.. politely. wished to do against my father. The wood resounded against the door.. but he said aloud. He seized his chair. With a portion of the broken chair he recommenced the noise. "Ah. Twenty other attempts which he made. and awakened many a mournful echo in the profound depths of the staircase. He heard a door on the corridor close. as doubtless their sighs and tears accused. "There is a governor in this place. in a fury of passion. through which there passed a stream of light. and mount to his head. Louis began to call out. bent upon obtaining some information or some result. mordieu!" "Are you the governor?" the King inquired again. stifled cries replied in different directions. obtained no better success. "Monsieur. His blood began to boil within him. or rather his will.yes. With his hair in disorder and matted on his forehead. which was too heavy for him to lift. when his first fit of anger had passed away.object? To reign in my place and stead? Impossible! Yet. the King never rested until his strength was utterly exhausted." He called. "but that is no reason why you should make such a terrible disturbance. in whispered tones. As agile as a tiger. but no one responded. his linen in shreds.formerly his victims. with sobs and groans. His nature was such that. they have shut her up. This idea almost drove him mad. are you the governor of the Bastille?" "My good fellow. brutal voice.

I shall speak to him. The King looked at the man with anxiety. and in the enjoyment of every happiness. he was ignorant even of this detail. and waited with his back turned towards the window. not a sound was heard in answer. in vain he threw the plates and dishes out of the window. and let the feverish throbbings of his heart calm by degrees. you must have become quite mad. "Desire the governor to come to me. I shall then see some one. the impenetrable nature of the cement." he said. The King blushed from shame. but suddenly reflecting that it was a movement unworthy of a sovereign. "Ah!" said the latter. "Heaven acts wisely. so take care!" "I insist upon it!. Nothing could be more efficacious toward awakening religious feeling in that soul prostrated by the sense of suffering. The King bounded forward to be nearer to the person who was about to enter. and more alone than ever. which for him was easy enough. my boy." "Monsieur. still controlling his passion." said the King. "Heaven is right. did no more than render to the man the same torture which was inflicted by that man upon so many others." replied the King. and of the bolts withdrawn from their staples. in permitting this fearful humiliation. closed the door and departed. in order to some extent to conceal his agitation from the eyes of the person who was about entering. "you have broken your chair. and that he possessed no other weapon but despair. I should say! Why." added the King." said the turnkey. it seems. of his agony of mind. assumed a noble and calm expression.. "Come. without having bestowed a moment's thought on the misery of those who had been unjustly deprived of their liberty. "What do you say?" he said with surprise. Very good! I shall take away your knife. "you have always been very quiet and reasonable. "A moment will come when the food which is given to the prisoners will be brought to me. but you are getting vicious. more wretched. and I wish to give you warning. I tell you.when the same noise was again heard behind his door.do you hear?" "Ah! ah! your eyes are becoming wild again. that is an offence punishable by imprisonment in one of the lower dungeons. and I will not say a word about it to the governor. invincible to all other influence save that of time. "He will send you off to one of the dungeons. Promise me not to begin over again. leaving the King more astounded." The jailer placed the basket on the table. It would be cowardly to pray to Heaven for that which I have so often refused to my own fellow-creatures.. Two hours . In vain he began again to pound the door. The feeling of remorse at this remembrance smote him like the keen thrust of a dagger. It was only a jailer with a basket of provisions." Then the King tried to remember at what hour the first repast of the prisoners was served in the Bastille. "be careful what you say. he paused. You have broken your chair." He had reached this stage of his reflections.that is. and waited for him to speak. followed this time by the sound of the key in the lock.not until then that he clearly understood the pitiless thickness of the walls. and made a great disturbance. and get an answer. and looked at his prisoner steadily.. He felt that Heaven." "I wish to see the governor. He leaned his forehead against the door.that he should have lived for five-and-twenty years a King. But Louis dared not even kneel in prayer to God to entreat him to terminate his bitter trial. with dignity. it will be a very serious affair for you." The jailer did as he had said. an additional pulsation would have made it burst.

will flatter themselves with the distinction which this arrest will confer. tearing the door with his nails. trying to tear up the flooring of his cell. Fouquet. would have found a very proper denouement. "an ordinary prisoner is already unhappy enough in being a prisoner. a gentleman.in other words." said Baisemeaux to his next in command. these complications of deliverance and reincarceration. But now the thing to be done is to execute the King's directions in a proper manner. the turnkeys and the sentinels had made their report.. the jailer did not even think of disturbing him. it will be written that M. Nicholas Fouquet. if I have any. however. de Baisemeaux. the coolness of that steel for his great occasions.. With still greater reason. These complications of Seldon and Marchiali. These reflections were not those of a drunken man. The Gascon. he might rather be called a madman. How am I to manage. namely. that the madman Marchiali might be mad enough to hang himself to the canopy of his bed or to one of the bars of the window. but what was the good of it? Were not these madmen common enough in the fortress. and when he touched his steel blade he was able to assume.why. My descendants. that his death may not be far distant. and the superintendent's wines had met with a distinguished reception at the fete. really. a younger son of a Gascon family. he may be transferred to the gallows of Haman. "And then. "I seem now to be mixed up historically with the destinies of the King and of the minister. he suffers quite enough indeed to induce one to hope. In fact.later he could not be recognized as a King. in all the perfumes and incense of Ahasuerus. if he. d'Artagnan. although everything was in prodigal profusion at Vaux. it would be almost a commendable action quietly to put him out of his misery. monsieur!' But it is not every one who would be able to take care of M. of Enguerrand de Marigny?" And at this . Fouquet without others knowing anything about it. d'Artagnan. so that he may exchange Vaux for a dungeon. the prisoner was anything but a profitable investment for M. placed his hand on the shoulder of M. Baisemeaux. as it were. a man. and in perfect conformity with the King's order. thoroughly impressed with what Aramis had told him." he said. a human being. and became more annoying than agreeable to him. Chapter XLVII: The Shadow of Fouquet D'ARTAGNAN. "Well. just as the members of the De Luynes family have done with regard to the estates of the poor Marechal d'Ancre. so that after having been steeped to his lips. and may bite and make a disturbance in the Bastille. were really the captain of the Musketeers and Fouquet the owner of the chateau in which Louis XIV was at that moment partaking of his hospitality. Baisemeaux even thought he had remarked that d'Herblay himself would not be altogether dissatisfied with it. then. asked himself if he were really in possession of his senses. in that case it is not simply an act of mere charity to wish him dead." And the good-natured governor thereupon sat down to his late breakfast. figuratively. 'Your sword. hoped only that one thing might happen. and were not the walls still stronger than they? M. if the scene had occurred at Vaux. in charity. then. the superintendent of the finances of France. still confused and oppressed by the conversation he had just had with the King. Any man would know how to say to M. As for the governor. so that Monsieur the Superintendent may pass from the height of favor to the direst disgrace. when the prisoner has gone mad. these complications of personal resemblance. and uttering such wild and fearful cries that the old Bastille seemed to tremble to its very foundations for having revolted against its master. was a man of calm self-possession. as he quitted the royal apartment.

" And d'Artagnan. "It seems to me.the presiding deity of the dome painted by Lebrun. Fouquet disgraced? For three reasons: the first. he could hardly keep his eyes open. The air was still perfumed or infected. I shall be a false-hearted knave and a traitor. if.. because he wished to fall in love with Mademoiselle de la Valliere. Fouquet. a man. "For what reason is M. he is a lost man! But shall I put my foot on his neck. The god Morpheus. tore his mustache in sheer vexation. I think that a man of intelligence ought to get out of this difficulty with more skill than that.had extended his influence over the adjoining rooms. went straight off to Fouquet. I will look on. Therefore. because M. and notwithstanding he was seen everywhere and on all occasions. he would do as I have done. who were complimenting him and receiving his flattering remarks in return. And now shall we admit that I have intelligence? It is doubtful. Fouquet and arresting him off-hand and shutting him up. whichever way it may be considered." said d'Artagnan to himself. as proved by the fact that twenty times in the wars I have seen miserable fellows strung up for doing in little degree what my scruples counsel me to do on a larger scale. and showered down his most sleep-inducing poppies upon the master of the house. I shall let M. Colbert and loves Mademoiselle de la Valliere. If Athos were here. and. I will try to conduct myself like a man who understands what good manners are. but they shall talk well of it. he never failed to produce an effect wherever and whenever he made his appearance. No. with the odor of the fireworks. "that if I am not a wretch. was a real case of conscience.it might almost have been said that he was bowed beneath the weight of the new debts which he had incurred for the purpose of giving the greatest possible honor to this fete.. because the King likes M. The musketeer had scruples. To deliver thus to death (for not a doubt existed that Louis hated Fouquet mortally) the man who had just shown himself so delightful and charming a host in every way. was being assisted by his valet-de-chambre to undress. however. the flowers fell unfastened from the garlands. I am determined. he be only persecuted. People will talk about it.a crime provided for and punishable by military laws." D'Artagnan buried his head in his hands.. Fouquet had just retired to his room. almost entirely alone. the superintendent half closed his wearied eyes. the groups of dancers and courtiers were separating in the salons. and added. when M. Fouquet know the purpose of the King in regard to him. Surrounded by his friends. He could listen to nothing more. Such is the happy privilege of certain natures. still smiling. of course. He longed for rest and quiet. Yet if I betray my master's secret. I will lay him low enough. the wax-lights were dying away in their sockets. instead of going cold-bloodedly up to M. Oh. Colbert doesn't like him. who having taken leave of the ladies was preparing to sleep tranquilly after the triumphs of the day.I. I have come to such a decisive determination that neither King nor living man shall change my opinion. drawing by a gesture peculiar to himself his shoulder-belt over his shoulder. he sank upon the bed of laurels which had been heaped up for him for so many days past. lastly. the second. but more than half dead. d'Artagnan appeared at the entrance of the room. I shall be lucky if there be a pistole's worth left. his bed seemed to possess a fascinating and irresistible attraction for him.reflection d'Artagnan's brow became clouded with perplexity. when he is falling a prey to the intrigues of a set of women and clerks? For shame! If he be dangerous. which in that respect resemble the lightning or the . D'Artagnan had never been able to succeed in making himself common at the court. having drawn on it for forty years.

thunder: every one recognizes them; but their appearance never fails to arouse surprise and astonishment, and whenever it occurs the impression is always left that the last visitation was the loudest or brightest and most violent. "What! M. d'Artagnan?" said Fouquet, who had already taken his right arm out of the sleeve of his doublet. "At your service," replied the musketeer. "Come in, my dear M. d'Artagnan." "Thank you." "Have you come to criticise the fete? "You have an ingenious mind." "By no means." "Are not your men looked after properly?" "In every way." "You are not comfortably lodged, perhaps?" "Nothing could be better." "In that case, I have to thank you for being so amiably disposed, and I must not fail to express my obligations to you for all your flattering kindness." These words were as much as to say, "My dear d'Artagnan, pray go to bed, since you have a bed to lie down on, and let me do the same." D'Artagnan did not seem to understand. "Are you going to bed already?" he said to the superintendent. "Yes: have you anything to say to me?" "Nothing, Monsieur; nothing at all. You sleep in this room, then?" "Yes; as you see." "Monsieur, you have given a most charming fete to the King." "Do you think so?" "Oh, beautiful!" "Is the King pleased?" "Enchanted!" "Did he desire you to say as much to me?" "He would not choose so unworthy a messenger, Monseigneur." "You do not do yourself justice, M. d'Artagnan." "Is that your bed there?" "Yes; but why do you ask? Are you not satisfied with your own?" "May I speak frankly to you?" "Most assuredly." "Well, then, I am not." Fouquet started; and then replied, "M. d'Artagnan, take my room." "What! deprive you of it, Monseigneur? Never!" "What am I to do, then?" "Allow me to share it with you." Fouquet looked at the musketeer fixedly. "Ah! ah!" he said, "you have just left the King?" "I have, Monseigneur." "And the King wishes you to pass the night in my room?" "Monseigneur-" "Very well, M. d'Artagnan, very well. You are master here." "I assure you, Monseigneur, that I do not wish to abuse-" Fouquet turned to his valet, and said, "Leave us!" When the man had left, he said to d'Artagnan, "You have something to say to me?" "I?" "A man of your superior intelligence cannot have come to talk with a man like myself, at such an hour as the present, without grave motives." "Do not interrogate me." "On the contrary, what do you want with me?" "Nothing more than the pleasure of your society." "Come into the garden, then," said the superintendent, suddenly, "or into the park."

"No," replied the musketeer, hastily; "no." "Why?" "The fresh air-" "Come, admit at once that you arrest me," said the superintendent to the captain. "Never!" said the latter. "You intend to look after me, then?" "Yes, Monseigneur, I do, upon my honor." "Upon your honor!- ah, that is quite another thing! So I am to be arrested in my own house?" "Do not say such a thing." "On the contrary, I will proclaim it aloud." "If you do so, I shall be compelled to persuade you to be silent." "Very good! Violence towards me in my own house! Ah, that is well done!" "We do not seem to understand each other at all. Stay a moment! There is a chess-board there; we will have a game, if you have no objection." "M. d'Artagnan, I am in disgrace, then?" "Not at all; but-" "I am prohibited, I suppose, from withdrawing from your sight." "I do not understand a word you are saying, Monseigneur; and if you wish me to withdraw, tell me so." "My dear M. d'Artagnan, your mode of action is enough to drive me mad. I was almost sinking for want of sleep, but you have completely awakened me." "I shall never forgive myself, I am sure; and if you wish to reconcile me with myself, why, go to sleep in your bed in my presence; I shall be delighted at it." "I am under surveillance, I see." "I will leave the room, then." "You are beyond my comprehension." "Good-night, Monseigneur," said d'Artagnan, as he pretended to withdraw. Fouquet ran after him. "I will not lie down," he said. "Seriously, and since you refuse to treat me as a man, and since you finesse with me, I will try to set you at bay, as a hunter does a wild boar." "Bah!" cried d'Artagnan, pretending to smile. "I shall order my horses and set off for Paris," said Fouquet, sounding the heart of the captain of the Musketeers. "If that be the case, Monseigneur, it is very different." "You will arrest me?" "No; but I shall go with you." "That is quite sufficient, M. d'Artagnan," returned Fouquet, in a cold tone of voice. "It is not idly that you have acquired your reputation as a man of intelligence and full of resources; but with me that is quite superfluous. Let us two come to the point. Grant me a service. Why do you arrest me? What have I done?" "Oh, I know nothing about what you may have done; but I do not arrest you- this evening." "This evening!" said Fouquet, turning pale; "but to-morrow?" "It is not to-morrow just yet, Monseigneur. Who can ever answer for the morrow?" "Quick, quick, Captain! let me speak to M. d'Herblay." "Alas! that is quite impossible, Monseigneur. I have strict orders to see that you hold no communication with any one." "With M. d'Herblay, Captain,- with your friend!" "Monseigneur, is M. d'Herblay the only person with whom you ought to be prevented from holding any communication?" Fouquet colored, and then assuming an air of resignation, said: "You

are right, Monsieur; you have taught me a lesson that I ought not to have provoked. A fallen man cannot assert his right to anything, even to those whose fortunes he may have made; for a still greater reason he cannot claim anything from those to whom he may never have had the happiness of doing a service." "Monseigneur!" "It is true, M. d'Artagnan; you have always acted in the most admirable manner towards me,- in such a manner, indeed, as most becomes the man who is destined to arrest me. You, at least, have never asked me anything." "Monseigneur," replied the Gascon, touched by his eloquent and noble tone of grief, "will you- I ask it as a favor- pledge me your word as a man of honor that you will not leave this room?" "What is the use of it, dear M. d'Artagnan, since you keep watch and ward over me? Do you suppose that I should struggle against the most valiant sword in the kingdom?" "It is not that at all, Monseigneur, but that I am going to look for M. d'Herblay, and consequently to leave you alone." Fouquet uttered a cry of delight and surprise. "To look for M. d'Herblay, to leave me alone!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together. "Which is M. d'Herblay's room? The blue room, is it not?" "Yes, my friend, yes." "Your friend! thank you for that word, Monseigneur; you confer it upon me to-day, at least, even if you have never done so before." "Ah, you have saved me!" "It will take me a good ten minutes to go from hence to the blue room, and to return?" said d'Artagnan. "Nearly so." "And then to wake Aramis, who sleeps soundly when he sleeps at all, I put that down at another five minutes; making a total of fifteen minutes' absence. And now, Monseigneur, give me your word that you will not in any way attempt to make your escape, and that when I return I shall find you here again." "I give it to you, Monsieur," replied Fouquet, with an expression of the warmest and deepest gratitude. D'Artagnan disappeared. Fouquet looked at him as he quitted the room, waited with feverish impatience until the door was closed behind him, and as soon as it was shut, flew to his keys, opened two or three secret doors concealed in various articles of furniture in the room, looked vainly for certain papers, which doubtless he had left at St. Mande, and which he seemed to regret not finding; then hurriedly seizing hold of letters, contracts, writings, he heaped them up into a pile, which he burned in the extremest haste upon the marble hearth of the fireplace, not even taking time to draw from the interior of it the vases and pots of flowers with which it was filled. As soon as he had finished, like a man who had just escaped an imminent danger, and whose strength abandons him as soon as the danger is past, he sank down, completely overcome, on a couch. When d'Artagnan returned, he found Fouquet in the same position. The worthy musketeer had not the slightest doubt that Fouquet, having given his word, would not even think of failing to keep it; but he had thought it most likely that Fouquet would turn his (d'Artagnan's) absence to the best advantage in getting rid of all the papers, memorandums, and contracts which might possibly render his position, which was even now serious enough, still more dangerous. And so, lifting up his head like a dog who gains the scent, d'Artagnan perceived a certain odor resembling smoke, which he had fully expected to find in the atmosphere; having found it, he made a movement of his head in token of satisfaction.

When d'Artagnan entered, Fouquet had, on his side, raised his head, and not one of d'Artagnan's movements had escaped him. The looks of the two men met, and they both saw that they had understood each other without exchanging a syllable. "Well!" asked Fouquet, the first to speak, "and M. d'Herblay?" "Upon my word, Monseigneur," replied d'Artagnan, "M. d'Herblay must be desperately fond of walks by night, and composing verses by moonlight in the park of Vaux with some of your poets in all probability; for he is not in his room." "What! not in his room?" cried Fouquet, whose last hope had thus escaped him; for without knowing in what way the Bishop of Vannes could assist him, he well knew that he could not expect assistance from any one else. "Or, indeed," continued d'Artagnan, "if he is in his own room, he has very good reasons for not answering." "But surely you did not call him in such a manner that he could have heard you?" "You can hardly suppose, Monseigneur, that having already exceeded my orders, which forbade my leaving you a single moment,- you can hardly suppose, I say, that I should have been mad enough to rouse the whole house and allow myself to be seen in the corridor of the Bishop of Vannes, in order that M. Colbert might state with positive certainty that I gave you time to burn your papers." "My papers?" "Of course; at least, that is what I should have done in your place. When any one opens a door for me, I always avail myself of it." "Yes, yes, and I thank you; I have availed myself of it." "And you have done right, morbleu! Every man has his own peculiar secrets, with which others have nothing to do. But let us return to Aramis, Monseigneur." "Well, then, I tell you, you could not have called loudly enough, or he would have heard you." "However softly any one may call Aramis, Monseigneur, he always hears when he has an interest in hearing. I repeat what I said before,- Aramis was not in his own room, or he had certain reasons for not recognizing my voice, of which I am ignorant, and of which you even may be ignorant yourself, notwithstanding your liegeman is his Greatness the Lord Bishop of Vannes." Fouquet drew a deep sigh, rose from his seat, made three or four turns in his room, and finished by seating himself, with an expression of extreme dejection, upon his magnificent bed with velvet hangings and trimmed with the costliest lace. D'Artagnan looked at Fouquet with feelings of the deepest and sincerest pity. "I have seen a good many men arrested in my life," said the musketeer, sadly,- "I have seen both M. de Cinq-Mars and M. de Chalais arrested, though I was very young then; I have seen M. de Conde arrested with the Princes; I have seen M. de Retz arrested; I have seen M. Broussel arrested. Stay a moment, Monseigneur! It is disagreeable to have to say it; but the very one of all those whom you most resemble at this moment was that poor fellow Broussel. You were very near doing as he did,- putting your dinner napkin in your portfolio, and wiping your mouth with your papers. Mordioux! Monseigneur Fouquet, a man like you ought not to be dejected in this manner. Suppose your friends saw you." "M. d'Artagnan," returned the superintendent, with a smile full of gentleness, "you do not understand me. It is precisely because my friends do not see me, that I am such as you see me now. I do not live isolated from others; I am nothing when left to myself. Understand that throughout my whole life I have passed every moment of my time in

making friends whom I hoped to render my stay and support. In times of prosperity all these happy voices- and rendered so by me- formed in my honor a concert of praises and kindly actions. In the least disfavor, these humbler voices accompanied in harmonious accents the murmur of my own heart. Isolation I have never yet known. Poverty- a phantom I have. sometimes beheld, clad in rags, awaiting me at the end of my journey through life- poverty is the spectre with which many of my own friends have trifled for years past, which they poetize and caress, and to which they have attracted me. Poverty!- I accept it, acknowledge it, receive it as a disinherited sister; for poverty is not solitude, nor exile, nor imprisonment. Is it likely I shall ever be poor, with such friends as Pellisson, as La Fontaine, as Moliere; with such a mistress as- Oh! solitude, to me, a man of society; to me, a man inclined to pleasure; to me, who exist only because others exist- Oh, if you knew how utterly lonely and desolate I feel at this moment, and how you, who separate me from all I love, seem to be the image of solitude, of annihilation, and of death!" "But I have already told you, M. Fouquet," replied d'Artagnan, moved to the depths of his soul, "that you exaggerate matters a great deal too much. The King likes you." "No, no," said Fouquet, shaking his head. "M. de Colbert hates you." "M. de Colbert! What does that matter to me?" "He will ruin you." "Oh! I defy him to do that, for I am ruined already." At this singular confession of the superintendent, d'Artagnan cast his glance all round the room; and although he did not open his lips, Fouquet understood him so thoroughly that he added: "What can be done with these magnificent things when one is no longer magnificent? Do you know what good the greater part of the wealth and the possessions which we rich enjoy, confer upon us?merely to disgust us, by their very splendor even, with everything which does not equal this splendor. Vaux, you will say, and the wonders of Vaux! What then? What boot these wonders? If I am ruined, how shall I fill with water the urns which my Naiads bear in their arms, or force the air into the lungs of my Tritons? To be rich enough, M. d'Artagnan, a man must be too rich." D'Artagnan shook his head. "Oh, I know very well what you think," replied Fouquet, quickly. "If Vaux were yours, you would sell it, and would purchase an estate in the country,- an estate which should have woods, orchards, and fields,- an estate which should support its master. With forty millions you would do well-" "Ten millions," interrupted d'Artagnan. "Not a million, my dear captain! No one in France is rich enough to give two millions for Vaux, and to continue to maintain it as I have done; no one could do it,- no one would know how." "Well," said d'Artagnan, "in any case, a million is not misery." "It is not far from it, my dear monsieur. But you do not understand me. No; I will not sell my residence at Vaux,- I will give it to you, if you like"; and Fouquet accompanied these words with a movement of the shoulders to which it would be impossible to do justice. "Give it to the King; you will make a better bargain." "The King does not require me to give it to him," said Fouquet. "He will take it away from me very readily if it pleases him; and that is the reason why I should prefer to see it perish. Do you know, M. d'Artagnan, that if the King were not under my roof, I would take this candle, go straight to the dome, set fire to a couple of huge chests

of fusees and fireworks which are in reserve there, and reduce my palace to ashes." "Bah!" said the musketeer, negligently. "At all events, you would not be able to burn the gardens; and that is the best part of the establishment." "And yet," resumed Fouquet, thoughtfully, "what was I saying? Great heavens! burn Vaux,- destroy my palace! But Vaux is not mine. This wealth, these wonderful creations, are, it is true, the property, so far as sense of enjoyment goes, of the man who has paid for them; but so far as duration is concerned, they belong to those who created them. Vaux belongs to Lebrun, to Lenotre, to Pellisson, to Levau, to La Fontaine, to Moliere; Vaux belongs to posterity, in fact. You see, M. d'Artagnan, that my very house ceases to be my own." "That is good," said d'Artagnan; "I like that idea, and I recognize M. Fouquet himself in it. That idea, indeed, makes me forget that poor fellow Broussel altogether; and I recall no longer the whining complaints of that old Frondeur. If you are ruined, Monsieur, look at the affair manfully; for you too, mordioux! belong to posterity, and have no right to lessen yourself in any way. Stay a moment! Look at me,- I who seem to exercise in a degree a kind of superiority over you because I arrest you. Fate, which distributes their different parts to the comedians of this world, accorded to me a less agreeable and less advantageous part to fill than yours has been. I am one of those who think that the parts which kings and powerful nobles are called upon to act are of infinitely more worth than those of beggars or lackeys. It is better on the stage,- on the stage, I mean, of another theatre than that of this world,- it is better to wear a fine coat and to talk fine language than to walk the boards shod with a pair of old shoes, or to get one's backbone caressed by sticks well laid on. In one word, you have been a prodigal with money, have ordered and been obeyed, have been steeped to the lips in enjoyment; while I have dragged my tether after me, have been commanded and have obeyed, and have drudged my life away. Well, although I may seem of such trifling importance beside you, Monseigneur, I do declare to you that the recollection of what I have done serves me as a spur, and prevents me from bowing my old head too soon. I shall remain until the very end a good trooper; and when my turn comes I shall fall perfectly straight, all in a heap, still alive, after having selected my place beforehand. Do as I do, M. Fouquet,- you will not find yourself the worse for it; that happens only once in a lifetime to men like yourself, and the chief thing is to do it well when the chance presents itself. There is a Latin proverb- the words have escaped me, but I remember the sense of it very well, for I have thought it over more than once- which says, 'The end crowns the work!'" Fouquet rose from his seat, passed his arm round d'Artagnan's neck, and clasped him in a close embrace, while with the other hand he pressed the captain's hand. "An excellent homily," he said after a moment's pause. "A soldier's, Monseigneur." "You have a regard for me in telling me all that." "Perhaps." Fouquet resumed his pensive attitude once more, and then, a moment after, said: "Where can M. d'Herblay be? I dare not ask you to send for him." "You would not ask me, because I would not do it, M. Fouquet. People would learn it; and Aramis, who is not mixed up with the affair, might possibly be compromised and included in your disgrace." "I will wait here till daylight," said Fouquet. "Yes; that is best."

"What shall we do when daylight comes?" "I know nothing at all about it, Monseigneur." "M. d'Artagnan, will you do me a favor?" "Most willingly." "You guard me, I remain; you are acting in the full discharge of your duty, I suppose?" "Certainly." "Very good, then; remain as close to me as my shadow, if you like, I prefer that shadow any other." D'Artagnan bowed. "But forget that you are M. d'Artagnan, Captain of the Musketeers; forget that I am M. Fouquet, Superintendent of the Finances, and let us talk about my affairs." "Peste! a thorny subject that!" "Truly?" "Yes; but for your sake, M. Fouquet, I would do the impossible." "Thank you. What did the King say to you?" "Nothing." "Ah! is that the way you talk?" "The deuce!" "What do you think of my situation?" "Nothing." "However, unless you have some ill-feeling against me-" "Your position is a difficult one." "In what respect?" "Because you are under your own roof." "However difficult it may be, yet I understand it very well." "Do you suppose that with any one else but yourself I should have shown so much frankness?" "What! so much frankness, do you say,- you who refuse to tell me the slightest thing?" "At all events, then, so much ceremony and so much consideration." "Ah! I admit that." "One moment, Monseigneur! Let me tell you how I should have behaved towards any one else but yourself. I should have arrived at your door just as your friends had left you, or if they had not yet gone I should have waited until they were leaving, and should then have caught them one after the other like rabbits; I should have locked them up quietly; I should have stolen softly along the carpet of your corridor, and with one hand upon you, before you suspected the slightest thing about it, I should have kept you safely until my master's breakfast in the morning. In this way I should have avoided all publicity, all disturbance, all opposition; but there would also have been no warning for M. Fouquet, no consideration for his feelings, none of those delicate concessions which are shown by persons who are essentially courteous in their natures whenever the decisive moment may arrive. Are you satisfied with that plan?" "It makes me shudder." "I thought you would not like it. It would have been very disagreeable had I chosen to appear to-morrow without notice and to ask you for your sword." "Oh, Monsieur, I should have died from shame and anger." "Your gratitude is too eloquently expressed. I have not done enough to deserve it, I assure you." "Most certainly, Monsieur, you will never get me to believe that." "Well, then, Monseigneur, if you are satisfied with what I have done, and have somewhat recovered from the shock which I prepared you for as much as I could, let us allow the few hours that remain to pass away undisturbed. You are harassed, and require to arrange your thoughts; I beg you, therefore, to go to sleep, or pretend to

go to sleep, either on your bed or in your bed. I shall sleep in this arm-chair; and when I fall asleep my rest is so sound that a cannon could not wake me." Fouquet smiled. "I except, however," continued the musketeer, "the case where one opens a door, whether secret or visible, whether to go out or to come in. Oh, for that my ear is sensitive to the last degree! Any creaking noise makes me start,- it is a matter of natural antipathy. Move about as much as you like; walk up and down in any part of the room; write, efface, destroy, burn: but do not touch either the key or the handle of the door; for I should start up in a moment, and that would shake my nerves terribly." "M. d'Artagnan," said Fouquet, "you are certainly the most witty and the most courteous man I ever met; and you will leave me only one regret, that of having made your acquaintance so late." D'Artagnan drew a deep sigh, which seemed to say, "Alas! you have perhaps made it too soon." He then settled himself in his arm-chair; while Fouquet, half lying on his bed and leaning on his arm, meditated upon his adventure. In this way both of them, leaving the candles burning, awaited the first dawn of day; and when Fouquet happened to sigh too loudly, d'Artagnan only snored the louder. Not a single visit, not even from Aramis, disturbed their quietude; not a sound, even, was heard throughout the vast palace. Outside, the guards of honor and the patrols of the musketeers paced up and down; and the sound of their feet could be heard on the gravel walks. It was an additional soporific for the sleepers; while the murmuring of the wind through the trees and the unceasing music of the fountains still went on uninterruptedly, without being disturbed at the slight noises and trifling affairs of which the life and death of man consist. Chapter XLVIII: The Morning IN CONTRAST with the sad and terrible destiny of the King imprisoned in the Bastille, and tearing, in sheer despair, the bolts and bars of his dungeon, the rhetoric of the chroniclers of old would not fail to present the antithesis of Philippe lying asleep beneath the royal canopy. We do not pretend to say that such rhetoric is always bad, and always scatters in places it should not the flowers with which it embellishes history. But we shall not dwell on the antithesis, but shall proceed to draw with interest another picture to serve as a companion to the one we have drawn in the last chapter. The young Prince descended from Aramis's room in the same way the King had descended from the apartment dedicated to Morpheus. The dome gradually and slowly sank down under Aramis's pressure, and Philippe stood beside the royal bed, which had ascended again, after having deposited its prisoner in the secret depths of the subterranean passage. Alone, in the presence of all the luxury which surrounded him; alone, in the presence of his power; alone, with the part he was about to be forced to act, Philippe's soul for the first time opened to the thousand varied emotions which are the vital throbs of a royal heart. But he could not help changing color when he looked upon the empty bed, still tumbled by his brother's body. This mute accomplice had returned, after having served in the consummation of the enterprise, it returned with the traces of the crime; it spoke to the guilty author of that crime, with the frank and unreserved language which an accomplice never fears to use towards his companion in guilt,- it spoke the truth. Philippe bent over the bed, and perceived a pocket-handkerchief lying on it which was still damp with the cold sweat that had poured from Louis XIV's face. This sweat-bestained handkerchief terrified Philippe, as the blood of

Philippe. A man may be ambitious of lying in a lion's den. who lay there sheltered beneath his stolen crown. son of France. moist atmosphere of his ordinary habitation. Philippe. d'Herblay. sole heir presumptive to Louis XIII. piercing the gloom. Towards the morning a shadow. covered with mire. he turns about his flaming eyes. or to press in my hand the handkerchief which is embroidered with my brother's arms.that warm. so long as he injures or betrays his enemies only. who asserts that a man's actions should be always one degree above his thought. I had been left in my place in the royal cradle! Philippe. in right and justice. who regards himself as a man of honor. embroidered with the arms of France. let me imitate M. d'Herblay observes. and this handkerchief. But nothing happened. It is indeed his head that has left its impression on this pillow. he shakes his streaming limbs and his body. rather than a body. his large nose resting on his enormous paws. his body trembling. if Louis XIV had not. I. take your place on that bed. and yet I hesitate to throw myself on the bed. He is like a tiger led out of his way by a night of storm.. the royal intruder. Philippe expected his approach. by the angel with the golden wings. With his head thrown back and buried in the soft down of his pillow. Silence. He has found a bed of dry herbs. to lie down in the cave of an absent lion. his heart almost stifled by all his fears. which was increased by the force of an overpowering resolute determination. the King has lain on this bed. he waited until some decisive circumstance should permit him to judge for himself. Imagine. as we have stated. the mortal enemy of ambitious minds. and lies down heavily. notwithstanding an instinctive repugnance of feeling. his bitter tears that have stained this handkerchief. the vague apprehension of danger. "Will it be more terrifying than my captivity has been sad and gloomy? Forced to pursue at every moment the usurpations of thought. and in spite of the shudder of terror which mastered his will. Philippe listened attentively to every sound. From time to time the lightning blazing in the recesses of the cave. and neither .. like those phosphoric lights of the tempest which show the sailors the height of the waves against which they have to struggle. the noise of clashing branches. draw him from the lethargy occasioned by fatigue. and bones pulverized and pasty like marrow. if. Away with this weakness! Let me imitate M. shrouded in the thickness of its gloom during the remainder of the night the future King of France. the sound of falling stones. whose thoughts are of and for himself alone. as M. but can hardly hope to sleep there quietly. d'Herblay. He arrives. show yourself without pity or mercy for the usurper who at this moment has no remorse for all that you have suffered!" With these words. his eyes gloomy. stood in my way.ready to sleep. with his eyes on fire and his face livid. I alone should have occupied this bed. but ready also to fight.Abel terrified Cain. would. owing to my mother's criminal abandonment of me. while he buried his burning face in the handkerchief still moistened by his brother's tears. belong to me alone." said Philippe. threw himself on the royal bed. "I am now face to face with my destiny. and forced his muscles to press the still warm place where Louis XIV had lain. Philippe perceived above him the crown of France. The feline odor has attracted him. your father. held. then. glided into the royal chamber. who comes through the reeds by way of a ravine unknown to him. but confident in his own strength. the mortal enemy of restless hearts. sole King of France. resume the blazonry which is yours! Philippe. shall I never cease to listen to the scruples of my heart? Yes. He hoped that some great danger would show him the way.

Sire. you would assuredly kill him. in order to change the conversation. and confidentially will congratulate you on your escape from the danger to which that usurper has exposed you." "Yes.expressed nor exhibited any surprise. du Vallon?" "A dukedom. I have myself been able to do that. "What is that?" said Philippe. In a few days. "The dawn. that human strength and the duration of human life would not be enough for his return. at last a complete victory. "He will be presented to you to-day. we will take the captive out of his prison." And once more a cold look of intelligence passed between Aramis and the young King. M. for he is a most ." "Did the governor of the Bastille suspect anything?" "Nothing. however-" "That was the cause of the success. under the light tone of which the two conspirators concealed their joy and pride at their mutual success. "I should lose a very good friend. I suppose." said Aramis. I told my captain of the Musketeers. du Vallon?" asked Philippe. a dukedom." At this moment. smiling in a significant manner. sooner perhaps." "Yes. "Well. hurriedly. M. who had to contend with a power much better established than is mine." "The resemblance. I was going to say. and in the middle of this idle conversation." "But the prisoner cannot fail to explain himself. Sire." "Good heavens!" "Yes. and you wish to get rid of him." "Cautious! why so?" "Your Majesty is doubtless afraid that that poor Porthos may probably become a troublesome witness." "I have already provided for everything." replied Aramis. and will send him out of the country to a place of exile so remote-" "People can return from exile. "Well. you probably decided to do something this morning at the break of day. "that I should expect him.." "If you told him that. Aramis heard something which made him prick up his ears. d'Herblay?" "I laugh at the extreme caution of your Majesty. d'Herblay. phlegmatically." "But at last?" "Oh. d'Herblay?" he said. he will certainly be here. before you retired to bed last night. and the secret would die with him.I." "Did he resist?" "Terribly! tears and entreaties." "To a place of exile so distant. for he would die from joy. "And M." "What is to be done with him?" "With M." "And then?" "Then stupor. all is done. Think well of that." "How?" "Exactly as we expected. M. "Why do you laugh. and absolute silence." replied the young man." "Well?" "Well." "What! in making him a duke?" "Certainly.

or under the influence of some charm?" "Why. Aramis was not mistaken. brushed his coat and hat with his sleeve. too. whenever it dangled about the calves of my legs. since I have given him a rendezvous?" observed the Prince. de Treville. which showed how he was struggling against his own weaknesses. like a private soldier getting ready for inspection. "and in order to begin. I have something of the old Roman in me." "Of prosperity?" "Yes. my sword danced about in its sheath. Fouquet." "Stay. with a faint smile. when I got up. and with d'Artagnan. or a refusal of money by M. but the musketeer was very wearied even of feigning to fall asleep. my only reason for going out is to try and get that reply: you know what I mean?" "That sentence. And. "Is your sword bewitched. a duel. but if he comes into this room the first this morning. We have seen how he passed the night in philosophizing with M.for every time that that confounded belt of mine stuck fast to my back. with two or three months under the surgeon's care into the bargain." said the young King." "It must be he." said Fouquet. He is a hundred leagues from suspecting our mystery. "Yes.punctual man." "You give me your word?" "Certainly. fortunate in its result. for it was indeed d'Artagnan who adopted that mode of announcing himself. let us begin the attack. for I hear him at the door." "He too is striking a blow. it always signified a punishment from M.. and that my shoulder-belt had slipped quite off." "I hear a step in the vestibule. arranged his sword. to begin the attack. resolutely. "Are you going out?" said Fouquet. de Mazarin. d'Artagnan rose from his arm-chair. for heaven's sake. Every time my sword hung fast to my shoulder-belt. "Be cautious. be sure of it. it always predicted some disagreeable commission or other for me to execute." "I never knew your sword kept you so well informed. you must know that my sword may almost be regarded as part . a knock at the door was heard at that moment." "Very good. it was a slight wound." replied the bishop. Before we allow d'Artagnan to penetrate into this room. I am going to strike a blow which will completely stupefy our man. I remarked that my sword had not caught in one of the aigulets." "But how can I send him away. Monseigneur." "Come. he will be sure to detect that something has taken place which he will think his business to occupy himself about. we must air the room thoroughly. and as soon as the dawn illumined with its pale blue light the sumptuous cornices of the superintendent's room. That is an infallible sign. D'Artagnan knows nothing. hurriedly. And you?" "No. I shall remain." added the Prince. and made up my mind that I should have to remain on the field of battle. in fact. Every time. Besides. was sure to follow. or introduce so many people into it that the keenest scent in the whole kingdom may be deceived by the traces of twenty different persons. "I will take care of that. every time it fell completely out of the scabbard. would be madness. you mean. I was booked. This morning. and I have had showers of them all my life through. impatient to measure swords with so redoubtable an antagonist. he has seen nothing.

to transmit the orders of the King even to the mere threshold of that monarch's room. So extreme was his surprise that he could hardly refrain from uttering a loud exclamation." continued the bishop. said as much. considering the state of agitation in which he had left Louis XIV on the previous evening. look here. His Majesty does not wish to be disturbed just yet. more astonished than annoyed by this frankness. "Aramis!" he said." objected d'Artagnan. it told me of nothing this morning. "Moreover. In fact." "Well. But stay a moment. calm features of Aramis." "I am going to try and get him to come to you. d'Herblay." said the superintendent. Monsieur the Bishop." . he must be greater than Richelieu had ever been to Louis XIII. D'Artagnan's expressive eye." And with these words. after having been greatly fatigued during the whole night. indeed. in the plainest language to the chief favorite. "you will be good enough. he perceived the long." "What is it. He had accordingly knocked. whom he was on the point of saluting with the greatest respect. "His Majesty desires you to report that he is still sleeping." "You? arrest you?" "Of course. the captain took leave of Fouquet in order to wait upon the King. The warning-" "Does not concern you. at the King's door. it is my sword that warns me. I am to conclude that it is not disagreeable for you to arrest me. and this supposition was not altogether inadmissible. He was on the point of leaving the room when Fouquet said to him. It was written that the day would pass away and realize all the predictions that had been made in the morning. pronounced with the most affectionate graciousness of manner. d'Herblay. since you have been arrested ever since yesterday. dear d'Artagnan. "You here?" stammered out the musketeer. that tells me of an arrest that will have to be made this very day..let me see M.. it has just fallen of its own accord into the last hole of the belt.of my own body. I have heard that certain men seem to have warnings given them by feeling something the matter with their legs. and particularly of giving unrestrained passage to the suspicions which the King's silence had aroused. Well. be assured of that." "Ah!" said d'Artagnan." replied the prelate. who had been so indifferent a favorite the previous evening. on the point of refusing to obey this order. his Majesty gave me a rendezvous for this morning. Monseigneur?" "M. That is the reason why I am delighted. and also the reason why I said that my day will be a happy one. "One last mark of your kindness. The door opened. to allow those only to pass into the King's room this morning who have special permission. With me. "if there is nothing disagreeable predicted to you by your sword. his half-opened lips. who could not understand how the Bishop of Vannes. coldly. The captain thought that it was the King who had just opened it himself." "Well. Do you know what that is a warning of?" "No. But instead of his royal master. had become in half-a-dozen hours the largest mushroom of fortune which had ever sprung up in a sovereign's bedroom. to serve as an intermediary of Louis XIV so as to be able to give a single order in his name at a couple of paces from him. his curling mustache." "But. or by a throbbing of their temples."but. as we have seen. "Good-morning. It is not you I shall have to arrest. who remained calm and unmoved." D'Artagnan did not think himself so good a prophet. Monsieur the Captain of the Musketeers.

anticipating the usual hour of his ordinary receptions." he said aloud. Aramis.. you can thank M. he could hardly restrain his delight. "as an answer to what you were coming to ask the King. "Oh. Fouquet's protector and patron.for this order explained Aramis's presence with the King. I suppose?" "Of course I understand. for it concerns M. "I will lead the way.here is the order". For d'Artagnan it was quite sufficient to have understood something in order to understand everything. Fouquet.can you not do something for me?" "Anything you like..a voice which made a cold shudder pass through the musketeer's veins. and this favor explained. more humiliated at the service than grateful at its success. the hardly conceivable assurance with which M. amazed. which you will be good enough to attend to forthwith. he had already sent away many of his servants and his friends. But it is all the same. my friend. "And then. "No.. here is an order of his Majesty." "I am free?" "Yes. addressing Aramis. he only asked them.. it was fully equal to his previous uneasiness.by the King's order."Later. "But you. He bowed. in order to have obtained Fouquet's pardon. later." replied the bishop." "What is that?" "Liberty. . The prelate was silent and grave." continued the bishop." and he conducted Aramis to Fouquet's apartments. the Bishop of Vannes. "Ah!" and he uttered a second "ah!" still more full of intelligence than the former. almost hissing the words through his teeth. yes." "Ah. but then he added in a low tone to himself. The mere sight of Aramis was a complete compensation to the superintendent for the unhappiness he had undergone in being arrested. Monseigneur. Monseigneur.where Aramis was. Fouquet. I wish to be a witness of his delight. had called at his door to inquire after him. Aramis. my dear d'Artagnan. d'Herblay to me?" "And something better still. must have made considerable progress in the royal flavor. d'Artagnan completely bewildered by such an accumulation of events." D'Artagnan took the order which was held out to him. who." pursued d'Artagnan. Captain.. When he saw d'Artagnan return. He bowed. "I am going with you. who came to the door. how you puzzled me just now!" said d'Artagnan." "Oh!" said Fouquet. "Where to?" "To M. and when he perceived the Bishop of Vannes behind him. no! I do not understand yet. and stupefied by the smile with which Aramis seemed to overwhelm him as soon as those words had been pronounced. and then he added.as he did every one. "To be set at liberty!" he murmured.. and withdrew a couple of steps. so you have brought M. d'Herblay issued the orders in the King's name. "for it is indeed to him that you owe the change that has taken place in the King. in its tenor. "But you understand now. indeed." said the King's voice from the bottom of the alcove."you who have become M. as if about to leave." Fouquet resumed his usual serenity that he might interrogate Aramis with his look." continued d'Artagnan." said the bishop. Preserving the utmost silence respecting the danger suspended over his head. again. Chapter XLIX: The King's Friend FOUQUET was waiting with anxiety. in a calm voice. "Well. confused.

and equally incapable of thought or movement. and he was about to yield to that feeling of instinctive politeness which hurries a man towards the door when he feels his presence is an inconvenience for others." "Very well. spurred on by so many mysteries." "Ah. Aramis turned towards M. No sooner had he left than Fouquet. D'Artagnan fancied that these two men had something to say to each other. "the King desires me to inform you that he is more than ever your friend. that is not all." And without trying to remove the color which at this revelation made d'Artagnan's face flush scarlet. he therefore bowed to Fouquet.and disappeared. "You will not forget. and the musketeer understood them. first of all. You think that I have seen the King only twice. How have you managed to become the favorite of the King. and then returning to the bishop. but at all . whose impatience had hardly been able to wait for that moment." "Why should he have pardoned me. Fouquet." "No." These words were clear enough. My fete put M. counselled him to remain. only we have kept it very secret. my friend. "Where shall I begin?" "With this. de Mazarin contrived to get stolen from you?" "Yes. he said. and my idea is that it arises out of some slight feeling of jealousy. I think it now high time you should explain to me what has passed. Why does the King set me at liberty?" "You ought rather to ask me what was his reason for having you arrested. in plain and honest truth. "I cannot conceal anything." "Good heavens!" "Oh. and then to Aramis. "My dear d'Herblay. and I shall be perfectly satisfied. Colbert discovered some cause of complaint against me. while the fact is I have seen him more than a hundred times. you who have never spoken to him more than twice in your life?" "From a friend such as you are." said Aramis. that is all. then?" "We have not yet arrived at that part of our argument.to the latter with a slight admixture of ironical respect. unable to understand a man whose diplomacy was of so prodigious a character. and that the beautiful fete so generously offered by you on his behalf has touched him to the heart." And thereupon he saluted M. I wish you to be quite convinced of the fact itself."One thing only. of course. of course I know that you have done nothing of the kind." "Well. and M. for. then.Belle-Isle." said Aramis." "Since my arrest I have had time to think it over. you are already pronounced to be a public robber. sitting down. and said in a quiet tone. Oh. and making Fouquet sit down also. the King's order respecting those whom he intends to receive this morning on rising. Colbert out of temper." "And that proclaims you a traitor and a suborner. then?" "Do you remember those receipts for thirteen millions which M. Aramis thereupon turned towards him. "Monseigneur.. who was as much surprised as the musketeer. remained incapable of uttering a single syllable. then. Fouquet with so much reverence of manner that the latter. darted towards the door to close it. Do you also remember that letter you wrote to La Valliere?" "Alas! yes..." "We will explain all that to you. very good! tell me." "What is it." he resumed. there is no question at all just now of Belle-Isle. but his eager curiosity. I do not understand anything. for instance. Observe this well: the King knows you to be guilty of an appropriation of public funds.

I do not see-" "You will see presently. "Without believing in his sincerity of heart. coldly." "I beg your pardon." "D'Herblay. having read your love-letter to La Valliere. "that the King has quarrelled irreconcilably with you. then. implacable. and are informed by a bell being rung when they are approaching near to it." "I believe so. yes! you are quite right." "Agreed." "It is hardly credible. but said nothing. "Does the King exile me?" "Do not act as if you were playing at the game at which children play when they guess where a thing has been hidden. then.events the King has not seen the receipts." "You make him do as you like. M. d'Herblay. stupefied. But am I." said Aramis." "You are killing me with impatience. "But that order." Aramis softly rubbed his white fingers over his chin." pursued Aramis. cannot retain any doubt of your intention with regard to that young lady. but conclude." "But what extraordinary empire have you so suddenly acquired over his Majesty's mind?" "Ah! that is it. "But why. and these words were pronounced by Aramis in so strange a tone that Fouquet could not suppress a movement of surprise. I suppose?" "Certainly. then. speak openly. then. I see." "What did the King say to you? In the name of our friendship. There is an order." "In a few words. beyond all doubt. "You are concealing something from me. laying a stress upon the last word. or going away from it. "You and his Majesty have something particular. The King. between you?" . Am I still superintendent?" "As long as you like. with a searching look." "So any one would say. I implore you. so powerful that he has not dared to sacrifice me. by our alliance. I believe in the truth of the fact." "Bah! that is because you have not guessed. I know." "Speak." "The King will like me now." "You alarm me. a powerful." "But since he absolves me-" "Do you believe it?" asked the bishop. notwithstanding his hatred. By what means have you succeeded in overcoming Louis XIV's prejudices? He did not like you. and eternal enemy for you." "Guess. with all the means which my weakness or my misfortunes may have given him as a hold upon me?" "It is clear. by everything you hold the dearest in the world. then-" "Oh." Aramis slightly shrugged his shoulders. therefore. should Louis XIV have commissioned you to tell me what you have just stated?" "The King charged me with nothing for you. though. you will admit that. The King is. do not deceive me!" "The King has not said a word to me. then." "With nothing!" said the superintendent. and he cannot do otherwise than believe you criminal. moreover. and the offers you there made her. certainly". by our friendship.

" Fouquet looked up suddenly as he replied. perhaps?" "Yes. he is the son of his father. "I beg your pardon." "Yes. discovered a secret of a nature to change the interests of the King of France. whose father is recognized by the law." "Is it possible?" cried the superintendent." "I am listening. So that." "Suppressed. what he has done. but it is a grave matter when the quality of races is called into question. "And the second is dead?" "You will see." "A secret of such a nature as to change his Majesty's interests?" "You are indeed a man of superior intelligence. d'Herblay? And what is this poor Prince doing?" "Ask me." "Ah!" said Fouquet. whose minister you are." "And the King?" "Knows absolutely nothing.the one on the throne. and have made a very accurate guess. do you say?" "Listen. his superstitious feelings. since you are good enough to unbosom yourself to me. "the birth of Louis XIV?" "As it were yesterday." "Have you ever heard anything particular respecting his birth?" "Nothing. with the reserve of a man who does not wish to ask questions."Yes." "That does not matter to us." said Fouquet. "The one was the most fortunate of men. the other the most unhappy of miserable beings." said the bishop. instead of being delivered of one son. He suppressed one of the twins. M. "and you shall tell me if I am mistaken with regard to the importance of this secret. rather. I have. who is my friend. he looked at Fouquet with an anxious expression." "A merely secondary question." "That is where my secret begins. These twins seemed likely to be regarded as the pride of their mother and the hope of France. Monseigneur. except that the King was not really the son of Louis XIII." Aramis seemed for a moment as if he were collecting himself. the other." "He was brought up in the country. in fact." "Do you remember. clasping his hands. yes. you must know." "A secret. was delivered of two children." "Good heavens! What are you saying.. "Do not speak!" said Fouquet. "And you shall judge of it yourself. only do not forget that I have asked you nothing which may be indiscreet in you to communicate. says the French law. in gloom and isolation." "Does his mother not know this?" "Anne of Austria knows it all." "True. This remark seemed to make a great impression on Aramis. casting down his eyes. I interrupted you. you have never learned or heard anything in particular?" "Nothing. in fact. and then thrown into a fortress which goes by the name of the Bastille. "there is still time enough. but the weak nature of the King. after all. Both the children grew up. a secret." "So much the better!" said Fouquet. made him apprehend a series of conflicts between two children whose rights were equal. The Queen." pursued Aramis. . or the kingdom either.

twins are one person in two bodies. "I understand.I say the reigning King: you can guess very well why?" "No. I understand: you have the King in your power. Fouquet. that it is an act of usurpation for one quietly to enjoy." replied Aramis. you have relied upon me to repair the wrong which has been done to this unhappy brother of Louis XIV. no." said Aramis. when God.that M." "Do not go on any farther. I shall find 'patience' enough. Is not that your opinion?" "It is." "What do you mean?" "You know upon what I laid the greatest stress at the beginning of .still. "I will not say another word. I was observing that the minister of the reigning sovereign was suddenly regarded with the greatest aversion." "I continue. with loss of life even." "Well." "Unreservedly so?" "Most unreservedly. if you prefer it. it is not that at all.. and can guess everything now. are you not. It is agreed. And then. whose thoughts are over all his creatures. Why?" "Because being alike legitimately entitled from their birth." "I am pleased that a legist of your learning and authority should have pronounced such an opinion. gracious heavens. that both of them possessed the same rights. then. with loss of liberty. in the person of his first minister. granted to the fear of your indiscretion what he refused to your generous intercession. unmoved." "God wished to raise up for that oppressed child an avenger. You went to see the King when the intelligence of my arrest reached you. to which the King gave too readily an attentive ear. and menaced with the ruin of his fortune. alarmed. Fouquet should in his turn have a devoted friend who knew this state secret. what an extraordinary circumstance!" "We are not at the end of it yet. well. Patience!" "Oh. full of generous feelings. undertook to come to his assistance. "that this poor Prince was the unhappiest of men." "You understand nothing as yet. and Louis XIV. and felt that he possessed strength and courage enough to divulge it. and selfishly to assume the right over. then." "M. both ought to have been kings. of large and generous nature. certainly. I understand. he refused to listen to you. is it not?" "Incontestably so! but. Then you threatened him with the revelation of that secret. allow me to observe that you pay no attention to logical reasoning." "Oh! in what way?" "You will see. I thank you. The reigning King. a man of great talent. You implored him. But Heaven permits."I was saying. It happened that the reigning King." said Fouquet. and seem to forget what you ought most to remember. you have not allowed me to finish. the usurper. then. You have thought well. d'Herblay. "I understand you." "Oh. I understand. It was God's will that the usurper should possess. I will help you." resumed Aramis.you are quite of my opinion. after having had the strength to carry it locked up in his own heart for twenty years." said Fouquet. out of consideration for the unhappy Prince who had been sacrificed. by intrigue and personal hatred. an inheritance of which at most only a half belongs to him?" "Yes. usurpation is the word. too. "and again you have interrupted me. or a supporter. I thank you. however.

if he should summon them to his tribunal. I admit. What! do you suppose that if I had made such a revelation to the King. perhaps."an inequality which concerns yourself. his features were pale and . after having mastered his feelings. "should I be the man I really am."I forgot to mention a most remarkable circumstance respecting these twins. if I were to expose you.our conversation?" "Yes. have swallowed at one draught all the poisons that Mithridates drank in twenty years in trying to avoid death. do you say? that is the very point where your logic fails you.. namely. satisfied himself that they were alone and that all was silent. "There is a further inequality... then?" "I would sooner. Colbert. I should have been alive now?" "It is not ten minutes ago since you were with the King?" "That may be. his Majesty's hate. the same voice. addressing himself to Fouquet. Monseigneur. for the prisoner of the Bastille is most incontestably superior in every way to his brother." Fouquet raised his head immediately." "Is it possible?" exclaimed Fouquet. Aramis approached him. He might not have had the time to get me killed outright. Yes. the last comer does not know M. far sooner. "I forgot to tell you. Monseigneur! I think I shall not fail to excite a little interest in you. continuing his work of temptation. sons of Louis XIII. namely. but to hold in your keeping both his crown and his honor.you whom the King hates already bitterly enough." resumed Aramis.why." Aramis walked softly all round the room. but what feeling of hate could resist the threat of such a revelation?" "Such a revelation. yes. Their own mother could not do it. mordieu!" And by the mere use of this word of the Musketeers. now we are coming to the point. and then returned." "But their thoughts. France would not from the earliest period of its history. Monseigneur. You are listening." "What have you done.between the twins. the same carriage. "And then. an oversight of one who never seemed to forget anything. he would rather pluck out your heart with his own hands!" "You have not allowed him to penetrate your secret. should I be the true friend you consider me. and placed himself close to the arm-chair in which Fouquet awaited with the deepest anxiety the revelations he had to make. degree of intelligence. impenetrable Bishop of Vannes had wrought himself. come! show a little consistency in your reasoning. their knowledge of human life?" "There is inequality there. have had a master more powerful by his genius and true nobleness of character." he said. that God had formed them so like each other that he alone." Fouquet buried his face in his hands. Fouquet could not but understand to what a pitch of exaltation the calm. but he would have had the time to get me gagged and thrown into a dungeon. and if from his prison this unhappy victim were to pass to the throne. then?" "Ah." replied the latter. to have addressed the woman he loves is not much. who listened to him with the most absorbed attention. for me. He shuddered at it. invincible hate. "The same noble character in their features. could distinguish the one from the other. the same stature.. Come. I hope?" "How can you ask me if I am listening? Go on. as if he were overwhelmed by the weight of this immense secret.to a feeling still more than ever to be dreaded in that young man? To have robbed him is nothing.

I wish you to understand that God effects his purposes without confusion. but his mind and comprehension." he said.. if we were to succeed in doing it-" "I do not understand you." "In a word." "One of those attempts which."God gives directions to his agent. without effort. and with that largeness of view which foresees all its consequences and embraces all its results. the life and peace of another woman (Maria Theresa)? And suppose that all were done. "you have not reflected that such a political enterprise must overturn the entire kingdom. you propose to me that I should assist in the substitution of the son of Louis XIII who is now a prisoner in the Bastille for the son of Louis XIII who is now at this moment asleep in the Chamber of Morpheus?" Aramis smiled with the sinister expression of his sinister thought. "what does God do in order to substitute one king for another?" "God!" exclaimed Fouquet. surprised.." "What!" said the superintendent. Monseigneur. who seizes upon the doomed victim." "What do you mean?" "I mean.not his heart. "you are proposing conspiracy to me?" "Something like it." Aramis continued to smile. without scandal." continued Fouquet. that we shall have to depose the reigning sovereign. emphasizing the word with a kind of disdainful familiarity. with the same intonation on the word "friend" that he had applied to it the first time. and that men inspired by God succeed like him in all their undertakings. to sacrifice the life. Who spoke of Louis XIV's death.you are going beyond the object in view. the earth around will never again become so firm that the new King may be secure against the wind that remains of the former tempest. in all they do." "What!" cried Fouquet.."I mean that if there has been any confusion." returned Aramis. becoming animated with that power of genius which in a few seconds originates and matures the conception of a plan. and seats the triumphant rival on the empty throne. "a man like you refuse to view the practical bearings of the case? Do you confine yourself to the childish delight of a political illusion." said Fouquet." said Aramis. d'Herblay! in Heaven's name. and neglect the chances of fulfilment. The bolt had hit its mark. in all they attempt.distorted. of a woman (Anne of Austria). and even effort in the substitution of the prisoner for the King. M. who spoke of adopting the example of God in the strict method of his works? No. "Have you thought. scandal. the clergy. after a painful silence. alter the fate of empires?" "And of superintendents. and the third estate of the realm." continued Aramis."have you thought that we must assemble the nobility.. yes. to replace it by another. "I understand you. as you said at the beginning of this conversation. my friend. "Perhaps. hurries him away. But you forget that this agent is called death." he said to Aramis. to disturb by a frightful scandal the tomb of their dead father. coldly. "There is not a single word of the slightest use in what you have just said. I defy you to prove it. and that after pulling up that widely-rooted tree that is called a King. tell me if you have had the idea-" "There is no question of that. Monseigneur. whiter than the handkerchief with which he .. and against the oscillations of his own bulk. the honor.in other words. Oh. "But. the reality? Is it possible?" "My friend.

that you committed this crime!" "This crime!" said Aramis. who beneath your roof meditated the ruin of your fortune. "the one who hates you." "You are mad!" "A man who will prevent you from consummating your crime. woe is me!" "Woe to the man. the other was ascending into light. seized with horror at the intelligence. between twelve and one o'clock. smothered cry. then. "This abominable crime!" pursued Fouquet. here at Vaux. "this crime more execrable than an assassination. in an irresolute tone of voice. Colbert cannot rob you of it now. "and you who know the mystery. his mouth trembling convulsively. this crime which dishonors my name forever." "It was under my roof. becoming more and more excited.of yesterday?" "The King of yesterday! Be quite easy on that score. whom he looked full in the face. in his gentlest tone. upon one who was peacefully reposing beneath my roof." "And at what time did it occur?" "Last night." "M." "You?" "Yes. stupefied." replied Aramis. tranquilly." continued Aramis. "At Vaux. "Have I a man out of his senses to deal with?" he said. for it is still your house. he murmured. Oh. who would kill you even." "You are mad!" "A man who would sooner die." "Great God! And who took him there?" "I. Do you forget that?" "He was my guest. he restrained himself." "But the King?" stammered Fouquet. Monsieur. he was my King!" Aramis rose." "And such an action was committed here at Vaux?" "Yes. I do not think there has been any disturbance created in any way. "You have dishonored me. so heinous a crime upon my guest. "You have an honorable man to deal with. and is likely to continue so. A flash of lightning without thunder never awakens any one. Monsieur. what do you think of it?" "You have dethroned the King.wiped his temples. rather. your life. rather than . in the Chamber of Morpheus. Fouquet." he said. I defy even you to perceive that the prisoner of the Bastille is lying in his brother's bed. "in committing so foul an act of treason. take care!" Fouquet turned towards the prelate. or the one who likes you?" "The King. "What King?" said Aramis. It would almost seem that it had been built in anticipation of such an act. and while he was descending into gloom. and in the simplest way." Fouquet uttered a thick. and clasping his head between his clinched hands. under my roof!" he said in a half-strangled voice. "what do you say?" "Go to the King's apartment. "I believe so. too. Take care!" "I will call out so loudly that the whole world shall hear me. as if he had been struck by some invisible blow. I carried him away last night. "You did that?" "Cleverly enough. you have imprisoned him?" "It is done. woe. his eyes literally bloodshot. since M. he has gone to take the place in the Bastille which his victim has occupied for such a long time past. and entails upon me the horror of posterity!" "You are not in your senses." Fouquet made a movement as if he were on the point of springing upon Aramis. "you are speaking too loudly.

which I give you as a place of refuge. and flee to Belle-Isle. before we both hasten away. his last gesture a curse." "I accept the augury. while Aramis paused at the foot of the staircase which led to Porthos's apartment. and clinched it resolutely in his hand. "Shall I go alone. but I do not accept your service. Aramis frowned. You will leave this house. "or warn the Prince? Oh. He reflected for some time. This movement did not escape Fouquet. I do not wish your ruin. in a thick. no one shall follow you before the expiration of that time. the King is still alive." replied Fouquet." Aramis stifled an exclamation which almost escaped his broken heart." continued Fouquet. which d'Artagnan had placed at the head of his bed. "Upon the word of Fouquet. Fouquet was horror-stricken. and both of them darted out of the room by the secret staircase which led down to the inner courtyard. who." murmured Aramis. and approached Aramis so close as to touch his shoulder with his disarmed hand. and give me your hand. believe me. threw his sword to a distance from him. without touching Fouquet's hand. At the same time. insensate. go! as long as I live. "It is more than you will need to get on board a vessel. "upon everything we have to expect. voice. "Go at once. Fouquet ordered his best horses. in a hoarse. with an air of inexpressible majesty." he said. "Monsieur. he turned his head aside. Aramis raised his head gently. I entreat you to take my life.allow you to complete his dishonor. and a glimmer of hope might be seen once more to animate his eyes.." said Aramis. And then. and stepped back a pace or two." "You will be so. noble and grand in his magnanimity." he said." said Aramis." "Thank you. as wild and terrible as the shade of Dido."you will be so. while Fouquet's carriage left the stone-paved courtyard at full gallop." "Ah!" murmured Aramis. and thrust his hand into his breast. Monseigneur. "Reflect. not a hair of your head shall be injured. and then his heart smote him with pity. d'Herblay." said Aramis to himself." Aramis remained silent and motionless. ." And Fouquet snatched up his sword." "Four hours!" repeated Aramis. Go. but nothing shall stop me. prophetic. "you may have been acting on my behalf. "You do not reply?" said Fouquet. "you will not be more fatally lost than he whose ruin you have consummated. smothered voice. more vain. as if in punishment for having nursed so many projects. as if in search of a weapon. which his blood-stained hand seemed to invoke. it was stained with his blood." Aramis withdrew from his breast the hand he had concealed there. you must leave France. "I would sooner die here on the spot than survive my disgrace. "Belle-Isle is as much mine for you as Vaux is mine for the King. I to save my honor. as it sprinkled on Fouquet's face a few drops of his blood. I give you four hours to place yourself out of the King's reach. scornfully and incredulously. with a cold irony of manner. d'Herblay. His last word was an imprecation. M. and if you have any pity left for me.you to save your life. He opened his arms to Aramis. You will therefore have four hours' advance of those whom the King may wish to despatch after you. and fleeting than the life of man. "I am hospitable towards all who are dwellers beneath my roof. "I had no weapons." "Yes. As the matter now stands. and his imprisonment saves your life." "Four hours?" said the Bishop of Vannes. then. He had dug his nails into his flesh. You will leave Vaux.

and hurls thee in the dust dishonored and unnamed! Lost! I am lost! What can be done? Flee to Bell-Isle? Yes. While he was thus engaged. but thou art nothing. but just returned from Paris." "Ah!" repeated Porthos. this very minute. and he saw d'Artagnan looking at them from the open doorway." added the bishop. perhaps." said Aramis. more useless. my friend." "Really?" "You know that I know all the news?" . Aramis entered. I would much prefer to sleep. "We shall go mounted. You will have no more occasion to be jealous of any one. "your good times are returning again. and then. thou inflamest everything with thy breath. but whose avenging hand is on thee. his huge body forgot its fatigue as his mind forgot its thoughts. perhaps! I will not let poor Porthos suffer. It must be so. "Ah!" returned Porthos. "Dress yourself. But the service of the King-" "Have you seen M." Porthos obeyed. rose from his bed." "Ah." said Aramis. and suddenly art thyself destroyed at the presence of the cross of dead wood. even before opening his mind. would follow. slept already the sleep of the just. "We are going off on a mission. and leave Porthos behind me. He is one of the members of my own frame. dear me!" said Porthos. "Yes. light as a shadow. in a carriage.alas. it is impossible! What will he do without me? Without me he will be utterly destroyed! Yet who knows? let destiny be fulfilled! Condemned he was. embracing the musketeer..Porthos. Aramis started." And he helped the giant to dress himself. than the wind in the mountains! Chance thou term'st thyself.fury! Warn the Prince. his grief is mine. Porthos.whom thou deniest. and placed his nervous grasp on the giant's shoulder. then! God! Demon! Gloomy and scornful Power. whom men call the Genius of man. behind which stands another Power invisible like thyself. "What the devil are you doing there in such an agitated manner?" said the musketeer." he cried. "come. who will suffer. apprehensive of meeting any one to whom his hurried movements might appear suspicious." "Was that all?" "What else do you think he could say? Am I worth anything now. and shall follow my destiny. and opened his eyes.civil war. "Oh. "Come. implacable in its nature! And without any resource. a slight noise attracted his attention. since you have all got into such high favor?" "Listen." said the musketeer. to talk and relate the whole affair to every one. bah!" "I predict that something will happen to you to-day which will increase your importance.. let him remain so. "Hush!" said Porthos. Porthos. "You are very fortunate. "I feel so wearied. and thrust his gold and diamonds into his pocket. crumblest mountains at thy approach.do what? Take him with me? Carry this accusing witness about with me everywhere? War. Porthos shall leave with me. and faster than we have ever gone in our lives. ascended the staircase without being perceived. more uncertain. "We are going off. thou art only a breath." And Aramis." "What did he say to you?" "He bade me adieu. too. Fouquet?" inquired Aramis of d'Artagnan.

who. "Well." he thought."Oh. so that when he should arrive at the Bastille he might find an order of arrest. he had travelled at the rate of five leagues and a half an hour. and gazed after them until they were out of sight. are you ready? Let us go. at the outer gate of the fortress. adieu!" The two fugitives mounted their horses beneath the eyes of the captain of the Musketeers. Let me attend to my own affairs". By dint of entreaties. Strongly impressed with this idea. Fouquet sat in his carriage. who however. Monsieur. d'Artagnan and to certain others whose fidelity to the King was far above suspicion. still are able to conceive such plans. It was in vain that he gave his name. and whether the fable itself was not the snare. He told me that M. As for the governor." cried the minister. On the way he trembled with horror at the idea of what had just been revealed to him." said Fouquet. "the major laughed in my face. regardless of the cries of the man." "Mordieu! you are a set of fools. and before the subaltern had had time to shut the gate. "prisoner or not. M. "What must have been. Porthos has his own stud. he could not succeed in obtaining an entrance. Fouquet was at Vaux. he gave certain sealed orders on his route. and consequently they will not have been unsealed. he succeeded in inducing a sentinel to speak to one of the subalterns. and ran forward in spite of the soldier. even as age is stealing fast upon them. These orders were addressed to M. who held Porthos's stirrup for him. I shall have performed the duty which I owe to my honor. it will be because some misfortune will have befallen me. chafing with rage and impatience. darting out of the carriage. who cried out for assistance. in vain that he endeavored to be recognized. "I should say that those gentlemen were making their escape. "the youth of those extraordinary men. Fouquet would not rise at so early an hour as the present. which would send him to join the dethroned King." "I am quite ready. and commands. who went and told the major." said Fouquet to himself. "In this way. "what did the major say?" "Well. the superintendent arrived at the Bastille. I shall then take them back again. If I am delayed. "On any other occasion. Chapter L: How the Countersign Was Respected at the Bastille FOUQUET tore along as fast as his horses could drag him. they did not even dare disturb him. while fresh horses were harnessed to his carriage. threats. The orders will not reach them until after my return. Fouquet sprang through it. Fouquet gained ground." replied the soldier. Will you have mine?" No." "Let us embrace d'Artagnan first. and that even were he at Paris. yes!" "Come. and he philosophically entered his apartments. I have no objection. if I should return free. Porthos." Prepared in this manner. who at last reappeared with a somewhat sulky air. Every circumstance of delay which Aramis had escaped in his visit to the Bastille befell Fouquet. and to carry them out without flinching!" At one moment he asked himself whether all that Aramis had just been recounting to him was not a dream only. awaiting the return of the officer. but in these days politics seem so changed that this is called going on a mission. and in that case assistance will be sent for me as well as for the King. having at last come . Aramis. impatiently." thought the Gascon. So adieu." "Pardieu!" "But the horses?" "Oh! there is no want of them here.

called out to the sentinel of the second gate. and with an imperious look. Baisemeaux also recognized Fouquet immediately. as if to read his very heart. "I congratulate you. He ran forward. trembling. who recognized the superintendent. Baisemeaux. Fouquet desired them to open the gate. Monsieur. d'Herblay this morning?" "Yes. that is the name under which he was inscribed here. and then he added aloud. you fellows!" and he effectually checked the soldiers. do you allude to?" "That for which you can be quartered alive. d'Herblay. Lead me to the prisoner.. Both of them uttered loud and furious cries." "To what prisoner?" said Baisemeaux. it is the best thing for you to do.up with Fouquet. "But what crime. flushed with anger. a word with you." thought Baisemeaux. and dropped his sword. accompanied by a murmur of general satisfaction. and heated by his exertions. stop. Monseigneur. Monseigneur-" "That will do." "He is called Marchiali?" said the superintendent. when Fouquet. But Fouquet had recovered his breath. but they refused to do so without the countersign. but the latter. it would be all over with you. and struck him a violent blow on the shoulder with it. followed by his major. you were to admit your participation in it." And he followed the governor to his official residence." Fouquet looked steadily at Baisemeaux. Monseigneur!" he stammered. who were on the point of avenging their companions. however. gentlemen. and who called out. but the latter had already heard the disturbance at the gate. and fifty for the officer." "I entreat you." "And are you not horrified at the crime of which you have made yourself an accomplice?" "Well. who were rubbing their shoulders. "Monseigneur! ah. It was quite another thing. in a sharp tone of voice.do not forget that! But this is not a time to show anger. Among them there was one. Pray receive my compliments. And now. Conduct me immediately to the prisoner.. therefore. I wish. "You pretend to be ignorant! Very good. Aramis's early visit from that moment seemed to involve consequences which a functionary was justified in apprehending. said. "good so far". his conviction some. however. look out. thinking that this remark was said ironically. "Yes. I will not fail to speak to his Majesty about you. at the sound of which the whole of the first body of the advanced guard poured out of the guard-house. which he had held brandishing about in his hand. "You have seen M. and carried away too by his passion." Baisemeaux turned pale. wrested the pike from the soldier. persuaded that an attack was being made on the Bastille. "Look out. ." "To Marchiali?" "Who is Marchiali?" "The prisoner who was brought back this morning by M. Your watch and ward are admirably kept. The subaltern. M. "how can I excuse-" "Monsieur. who approached too closely. and portended a furious burst of anger. "There are twenty pistoles for the sentinel. what shaken by Baisemeaux's cool manner. and beckoning towards him the sentinel and the subaltern. received his part of the blows as well. Baisemeaux was already trembling with shame and uneasiness. Monseigneur. he said. "Ah. to seem to believe in your assumption of ignorance. He desired them to inform the governor of his presence. Monseigneur. robust and active. and accompanied by a picket of twenty men. sentinel!" The man crossed his pike before the minister. in fact." said the superintendent. Monseigneur! Stop.for if.

" "All the documents are there. Baisemeaux. I am doing my duty. Monseigneur." "Overthrown. "Very good. Monseigneur. he is here. Monseigneur. know very well that no one can see any of the prisoners without an express order from the King. M. however.. for he understood immediately the mechanism of Aramis's plan." "Stay." said Fouquet. Monseigneur." "M.M. show me the order by which this one was set at liberty. is the King's service. d'Herblay brought me an order to set Seldon at liberty." "I tell you that Marchiali has left the Bastille. so much the better." "Take care. quickly. Monseigneur." he said. M. d'Herblay has entered. once more I warn you to pay particular attention to what you are saying." "M. with that clear-sightedness which men possess who are accustomed to the exercise of power. If Monseigneur has come here to remove him." said the superintendent to Baisemeaux." "Will Monseigneur give me the order?" "What order?" "An order from the King. who govern in this kingdom." "M. d'Herblay carried him away and brought him back again." "Let me see him." "That is to be proved. "but Seldon is not Marchiali. he could not believe that Aramis would have chosen such a confidant." "I did not say so." Fouquet assumed an irritated expression. and Seldon is free. "with regard to allowing prisoners to leave. d'Herblay is overthrown." "And his name is Marchiali." Baisemeaux showed him the order to release Seldon. you say?" "Yes. and you shall enter. "Ah! so much the better. He has had such terrible fits of passion as almost to make me believe that he would bring the Bastille itself down about our ears." "You must prove that. take care!" "I have nothing to fear." "What has he done. d'Herblay? Impossible!" "You see that he has influenced you." "That will not be sufficient." "Conduct me to his prison." "Do you dare to say so?" "I would say so in the presence of an apostle. Monseigneur." "But you said that M. Monseigneur." said Fouquet. d'Herblay carried away the day before yesterday?" "Yes.and perceived. he has annoyed me extremely. Monseigneur. Monseigneur. for I was going to write about him. Marchiali. de Baisemeaux." "You. Give me an order from him. "whom M. "Precisely. Monseigneur." "So surely did you say it that I almost seem to hear it now. Besides. I must have an order from the King." "But Marchiali is not at liberty." "I will soon relieve you of his presence." "What influences me. then?" "Ever since this morning." "Wait until I sign you one. then." "And whom he brought back this morning?" added Fouquet. I am acting according to strict regulation." "It was a slip of my tongue. "As you are so scrupulous. that the man was speaking with absolute sincerity. on observing his face for a moment. Monsieur the Governor! I give you my word that if you allow . "It is the prisoner.

" "Good heavens. and hanged you up to the bars of that tower in the corner there. and that it will be just as easy for you to obtain one to see Marchiali as to obtain one to do so much injury to me." "Monseigneur. Monseigneur." Baisemeaux shrugged his shoulders. and wrote. M. and feel as if I were going to faint.. who had turned very pale. "I understand absolutely nothing of the whole matter. governor of the Bastille. but he did not utter a word. when I return here at the head of ten thousand men and thirty pieces of cannon." "You will faint outright. Monseigneur. you shall see Marchiali. Fouquet wrote: "Order for M. le Prince de Conde to assume the command of the Swiss and of the Guards. whereupon Fouquet seized a pen and ink."perfectly true! M. Fouquet still wrote:"Order for every soldier. le Prevot des Marchands to assemble the municipal guard. and please observe that you are terrifying me. "I will sit down here in this arm-chair and wait for you. and to march upon the Bastille for the King's service. by whom I shall be judged." added Fouquet." "Give it to me now. you will reflect'" said Baisemeaux.first. Monseigneur!" cried Baisemeaux. even were it madness itself that had set them at work. and have battered open the gates of this place. in a calm voice. but so many misfortunes. citizen." he added in a sonorous voice. "that we will only obey an order signed by the King. le Duc de Bouillon and M. "what a disgrace!" "Walk faster!" replied Fouquet. who am innocent. Monseigneur! for pity's sake!" "I will give you ten minutes to make up your mind. Monseigneur. might happen here in a couple of hours that the King. wherever he may be found. de Baisemeaux. will see whether I have been wrong in withdrawing the countersign before so many imminent catastrophes. Eveque de Vannes. or gentleman to seize and apprehend. de Baisemeaux. and to march upon the Bastille for the King's service. If in ten minutes' time you still persist." "And that if you refuse me I will have you and all your officers arrested on the spot." Fouquet darted out of the room. Monseigneur! you are losing your senses!" "When I have roused the whole population of Paris against you and your cursed towers." "True.me to see the prisoner I will give you an order from the King at once. followed by Baisemeaux wiping the perspiration from his face."Order for M. suspected of the crimes of high treason and rebellion"Stop. drawing the unhappy governor towards him. true!" cried Fouquet. "do you know why I am so anxious to speak to the prisoner?" "No. but you will see!" Baisemeaux stamped his foot on the ground like a man in a state of despair. . and you may think me as mad as you like. and his accomplices. the Chevalier d'Herblay. "What a terrible morning!" he said. M. Baisemeaux." "Before you commit such an act of violence. who are. Monseigneur." Baisemeaux reflected. I tremble. I will leave this place. Come with me to the keep. furiously.

"Which is the key of the door I am to open?" "That one. "Have you come to assassinate me." "Go!" repeated Fouquet." "This job will kill me. who thought this new madman was going to dash out his brains with one of them. The King. When Fouquet had satisfied himself that Baisemeaux had reached the bottom of the staircase. as far as Fouquet was concerned. help! I am the King!" The key of the second door was not the same as the first. he no longer articulated. and I will leave the Bastille. and unaccompanied except by the minister. undecided. "Leave this place!" said Fouquet to Baisemeaux. As they advanced up the spiral staircase. followed by a violent blow against the door." Baisemeaux bowed his head. as a mutual recognition took place. "If you place your foot on this staircase before I call you. "Again. when they suddenly stopped. shouted at the top of his voice." A fearful cry. he roared: "Death to Fouquet! Death to the traitor Fouquet!" The door flew open. Monsieur?" said the King. "What is that?" asked Fouquet. certain smothered murmurs became distinct cries and fearful imprecations. "That is your Marchiali. "I ask nothing better. meanwhile." said the governor. Fouquet who brought me here! help me against M. The prisoner's cries became more and more terrible. I am sure!" muttered Baisemeaux. "Help. roughly. The latter trembled. trying to snatch the bunch of keys from Baisemeaux. The King was almost exhausted. Nothing could be more terrible.Baisemeaux made a sign to the jailer to precede them. furious and almost mad with rage and passion." cried Fouquet. he had just recognized. and the one will kill the other. Fouquet! I am the King! help the King against M. than the appearance of Louis . and Fouquet was obliged to look for it on the bunch. do you understand. "The King in this state!" murmured the minister. I am sure.which the latter could not fail to perceive." murmured the latter. and will myself carry my own despatches. "A truce to this child's-play!" said Fouquet. than of politeness. He paused on the staircase. Not a single person. "Ah! say 'No' at once. "It was M. as he withdrew with tottering steps. he inserted the key in the first lock. choking voice of the King crying out in a frenzy of rage. took the keys. "Let the man remain here. "Give me the keys at once!" cried Fouquet. the King's voice. Fouquet!" These cries tore the minister's heart with mingled emotions. made the whole staircase resound with the echo. They were followed by frightful blows levelled against the door with a part of the broken chair with which the King had armed himself. "There will be a couple of madmen face to face. in one cry more terrible than any that had preceded it. ascended the staircase. and show me the way." "Ah!" said Baisemeaux. and each uttered a cry of horror. It was then that he heard the hoarse. take the keys yourself. remember that you shall take the place of the meanest prisoner in the Bastille. Fouquet at last succeeded in finding the key. He was afraid of his companion. must hear what is going to take place here." And he accompanied that reply with a glance more indicative of injurious allusions. "that is the way madmen howl. indeed.. Chapter LI: The King's Gratitude THE two men were on the point of darting towards each other. when he recognized Fouquet. tearing them from his hand. in a threatening voice.

after having dared to lift up your hand against me?" "You do not believe that!" exclaimed Fouquet. Sire. Fouquet did not understand this movement. Haggard. ashamed of his conduct." "Be careful. Fouquet was so touched. and with the blood which streamed from his lacerated breast and arms. "you are free. foaming. combined in one figure. pale. I tell you. his shirt. Sire. has he not already done justice on the criminals?" "Reflect. Louis suffered the most horrible anguish of mind. in a voice trembling with emotion. ashamed of the protection he was receiving." he said suddenly to Fouquet. must be quite confident of the resemblance between you. those who had prepared everything in order to face and deceive your ministers. the details of which are already known to the reader. looked at himself." "Free?" repeated the King. "Monsieur. Sire. the virtue of my mother can be suspected. "Come." Louis. then?" "At Vaux. drew back. the magnitude of the danger he had run struck him far more than the importance of the secret relating to his twin brother. your mother. I have accomplished that duty. the members of your family. "this double birth is a falsehood. "Ridiculous!" "Do not say so. you cannot have been deceived by it." murmured the King.at the moment Fouquet had surprised him. his hair dishevelled. indignantly. so affected and disturbed." "At Vaux! and you suffer them to remain there?" "My most pressing duty seemed to be your Majesty's release. and fear. "The birth of your brother-" "I have only one brother. recalled to himself by the change of situation." And rapidly. be very like your Majesty to be able to deceive every one. Fouquet approached him. Louis held up the massive piece of wood of which he had made such a furious use. before you are carried away by your anger. "but where are these persons. The King let the rude weapon fall from his grasp. "how you must have suffered." he said. "My King. his clothes were in tatters. open and torn to rags.you!" repeated Louis. and took him tenderly in his arms." "There is truth in that. and now whatever your Majesty may command. warmly even. "Sire. and when it was finished. beginning with the governor of the Bastille.. Louis XIV presented a vivid picture of despair." he said. hunger. however. my child. I tell you. was stained with sweat. "Oh! you set me at liberty. then. . he did not perceive that the King's pride would never forgive him for having been a witness of so much weakness." added Fouquet." replied Fouquet." "Likeness? absurd!" "This Marchiali must. throwing himself on his knees. And my first minister. "you cannot believe me to be guilty of such an act. and that is Monsieur. that the honor." Fouquet persisted. kissed his knees. "The most respectful of your servants. he related the whole particulars of the intrigue. your officers of state. You know it as well as myself." "Sire!" "It is impossible. There is a plot." said Fouquet. that he ran to the King with his arms stretched out and his eyes filled with tears. Sire. for this man has been deceived as every one else has by the Prince's likeness to yourself. While the recital continued. "do you not recognize the most faithful of your friends?" "A friend. gnashing his teeth in a manner which betrayed his hate and desire for speedy vengeance. and ashamed of his disordered state.

do not go too far! M." "The friend of d'Artagnan.the very soul of the enterprise. "we shall go at once and besiege in your house the rebels who by this time will have established and intrenched themselves there. notwithstanding the latter's intervention. But with this chief of the enterprise there was a man of prodigious strength." he said." returned the King... then?" "The leader of the enterprise is not that unhappy young man. and that not a soul shall escape. Sire. "we must not forget that connection between the conspirators and M. Sire!" .shall be done." replied the King. formerly one of the Musketeers. the latter is merely an instrument. I assure you that notwithstanding the mask with which the villain covered his face." "Your Majesty will put these men to death?" cried Fouquet. Sire." "If I am guilty." "Oh. destined through his whole life to wretchedness. "that we shall soon arrive at Vaux with a large body of troops. you say? Very good. "Why?" "Because their chief. it was not that I meant. de Bragelonne.yes." replied Fouquet. I place myself in your Majesty's hands. "You have given orders?" exclaimed the King. "I understand. "Such friendship. in a less generous tone of voice. "For that purpose." The only reply the King made was to take hold of Fouquet's hand with such an expression of feeling that it was very easy to perceive how strongly he had until that remark maintained his suspicions of the minister. the friend of the Comte de la Fere? Ah!" exclaimed the King. de la Fere is the most honorable man in France.having been unmasked by me. "An unfortunate circumstance for you." he said. the one who menaced me with a force almost herculean. Be satisfied with those whom I deliver up to you. M. Fouquet." said the King. "To the very meanest of them. "And with these troops. I plainly perceive." "I should be surprised if that were the case." "Most certainly. "All the necessary orders are given for that purpose." "It is M." replied Fouquet. "Well. I have not seen him." "What does your Majesty understand by that?" inquired Fouquet." "Your friend?" "He was my friend. Sire. l'Abbe d'Herblay." "Ah." "With those whom you deliver up to me. had nothing dishonorable in it so long as I was ignorant of the crime." replied Fouquet." Louis reflected for a few minutes." "You have unmasked this false Prince also?" "No." "Sire. Bishop of Vannes. sorry to have shown the bitterness of his thought in such a manner. the whole plan seems to me to have miscarried." "Whom have you seen. that we will lay violent hands upon that nest of vipers." "You should have foreseen it. Sire! your Majesty will be at the head of ten thousand men in an hour. "Muster all the troops in Paris. nobly. what is he?" "It must be his friend the Baron du Vallon. as he paused at the name of the latter. for you will deliver up those who are guilty to me. I had something like a vague suspicion that it might be he. I await your orders..

For the sake of Heaven. The usurper. No. but the royal blood cannot be shed on a scaffold. "A pistol-bullet through the head." said the King. he could very easily have assassinated your Majesty this morning in the forest of Senart." "My friends!" said Fouquet. with fury in his voice. was still a King of the blood of Louis XIII. du Vallon. and have saved your life." The King started." "Good. d'Herblay's conscience was concerned. of your brother Philippe of France. His unconquerable pride revolted at the idea that a man . but the safety of the State requires that an exemplary punishment should be inflicted on the guilty. "I will take the liberty of observing to your Majesty that any proceedings instituted respecting these matters would bring down the greatest scandal upon the dignity of the throne. "This double birth is an invention. Sire?" "With death! yes." "Justice must be done. "What do you require?" "The pardon of M. d'Herblay and of M. that concerns you alone. Heaven be praised! I have parliaments who judge in my name. would have been M. Sire. Monsieur. "If M. stamping on the ground." "Speak. and I beg to submit to you. which no one could have recognized. "We no longer live in times when assassination was the only. and I have scaffolds on which my supreme will is executed. that is all." The King turned pale with fear at the idea of the danger he had escaped. with firmness. That is the crime I wish to punish. and all would have been over." pursued Fouquet. Whatever she may order will be ordered well. And if the usurper had been recognized by Anne of Austria. it would have been impossible to guess the false one. Monsieur. as he raised his head proudly. of Aramis's generosity. if you please. he would still have been a son for her. instead of being touched by that picture. Sire. he had no occasion to inform me of his plan in order to succeed." "Oh! I understand. haughtily. A pistol-bullet would have procured him all that." said the King. rather than their violence or their insult." "Sire. then. d'Herblay. the last resource of kings." "And punish it with death."Let us understand each other." continued Fouquet. in no little degree agitated by his minister's last words. secrecy. certainly. so faithful in all its details. the conspirator in that course would have had security. but I have a favor to ask of you. felt himself painfully humiliated. Freed from the real King. and impunity." "I will not permit myself to remind your Majesty that I have just restored you to liberty. you ask me to forgive your friends. not even for the honor of your crown. "and the disfigured features of Louis XIV. Fouquet. and you will doubtless consult the Queen-Mother upon the subject. however." "The royal blood! you believe that?" cried the King. so far as M." "Monsieur!" "I will only remind your Majesty that had M. d'Herblay's complete absolution. forgive him!" The King." "My assassins?" "Two rebels. "Your friends. "your Majesty will take the life. deeply wounded. Moreover. "had been an assassin. d'Herblay's crime." Fouquet turned pale. I do not wish to mix myself up in it. The august name of Anne of Austria must never be allowed to pass the lips of the people accompanied by a smile. M. Sire. and in that invention particularly do I see M. d'Herblay wished to play the part of an assassin." said the superintendent.

had held suspended at the end of his finger the thread of his royal life. Addressing himself to Fouquet. du Vallon?" "They will never obtain theirs as long as I live. nor could I." Louis perceived that he had gone too far. may depend. Monsieur. inasmuch as you place before me certain conditions upon which my liberty. why you should solicit the pardon of these men. with some degree of persistence. Nothing could bend him. Monsieur. d'Herblay left to me the happiness of saving my King and my country. Sire. and I answer you according as my conscience dictates. and to reject which is to make a sacrifice of them both. for I am in your power. "as what you have done." "And you are forgiven. I had the appearance of extorting a favor." "Well. change nothing in the position of affairs." Fouquet was silent. I had no occasion to have come here to force open all the gates and doors of the Bastille. I am looked upon as a madman.. it is more generous." "Your Majesty does me a great injustice." "And you will bear me no ill-will for it?" "Oh." "Your Majesty shall be obeyed. surprised. which so many circumstances had altered since the preceding evening. d'Herblay came." replied the minister. on . "I have my own forgiveness. to free you from this place. and entreat your Majesty's forgiveness. Where am I now?" "In the Bastille. "I really don't know. and if I had wished to make a new King. Sire." "What do you mean to say?" cried the King. Heaven knows. Their new King will absolve them. Sire. the floodgates were gradually being opened behind which the generous-hearted Fouquet had restrained his anger. M. as you say. "Only you are addressing yourself to me in order to obtain a pardon. my life. that the gates of the Bastille were still closed upon him. certainly. while." added the King. du Vallon will stand in no need of my forgiveness. Sire. d'Herblay and M." replied Fouquet. judging by my conscience. Sire. with a smile which restored the serene expression of his features. I regret it. to have omitted to make all these reflections." "Yes. and all my measures were taken in consequence." "I was wrong. Every word which Fouquet thought would be efficacious in procuring his friend's pardon. and M. am I not?" "Yes. otherwise you would be far from offending groundlessly the very one of your servants who has rendered you the most important service of all. "M. to deliver himself into my hands. d'Herblay to death. dryly. in a dungeon. so to speak. d'Herblay silly enough. "but M. carried another drop of poison to the already rankling heart of Louis XIV. And so." replied the inflexible King. no. d'Herblay and M." "You had 'anticipated' that I should refuse to forgive those gentlemen?" "Certainly. he said. "I am not child enough. "Do me the kindness not to speak of it again. I will even say. "What I do is as generous. by degrees." said the King. nor is M." replied Fouquet." he replied. "Yes. What good is there in asking that which can be obtained without solicitation?" "I do not understand you." "It is not difficult either. and you are wrong. Let the madman rot in the dungeon of the Bastille. That would show a want of common-sense even.for I anticipated it. the criminals we speak of are not worthy of consideration of forgiveness. "I did not say that to humiliate you. Fouquet." "And no one is known here but Marchiali?" "Certainly. Your Majesty's mind is disturbed by anger. I could not condemn M. my dear M.

. expose him to your Majesty's most justifiable wrath. and what have you done?" "Sire. and four hours' start over those your Majesty will despatch after him." "That may be! but you forget that you have made me a present of Belle-Isle. as all rash spirits do. the guilty mother was about to stand in the presence of her sacrificed son. It is true that Fouquet wrote and gave him an authority for the prisoner's release. coldly. Another reason urged him to this.. and several persons entered silently. then?" "As far as that goes. usurped royalty was playing out its part bravely at Vaux. wished. said.yes. who looked completely bewildered as he saw Marchiali once more leave. Chapter LII: The False King IN THE mean time." said Fouquet. I knew I was giving him his life. and the affair will be at an end. "Seen and approved." "We shall pass by the Louvre. Fouquet felt that he was lost. "Come. "but I think that your Majesty can hardly dispense with changing your clothes previous to appearing before your court. Philippe did not stir while his valets de chambre dressed him. notwithstanding the 'four hours' start' which you have given to M. the world is large enough for those whom I may send to overtake your horses. to try his valor and his fortune independently of all protection and all counsel." "Well. But the Prince. d'Herblay the best horses in my stables. the evening before." said the King. d'Herblay.the other hand. He determined to give this order notwithstanding the absence of M.it would have been just the same as if I had killed him myself. Philippe gave orders that for his petit lever. He bore the King's wrathful gaze." The King became livid." "In giving him those four hours. he will reach my chateau of Belle-Isle." "My Musketeers will capture it. the latter swallowed his rage. and after a few moments' silence." "In what way?" "After having galloped as hard as possible. a lightning flash darted from his eyes. Philippe opened his folding-doors. but he was not one to shrink when the voice of honor spoke loudly within him." "You take it back again. "But still. d'Herblay. passing before Baisemeaux. Philippe was not willing. Louis.". and he will save his life. not believing that the absence could be prolonged.a piece of madness that Baisemeaux." And they left the prison. "Belle-Isle is impregnable. Sire. with a low bow. and our readers know for what reason." replied Fouquet. "Are we going to return to Vaux?" "I am at your Majesty's orders. incapable of putting two ideas together. to render the man a witness of it before whom he was bound thenceforth to display so much strength. all the habits of his brother. I gave M. and in his helplessness tore out the few remaining hairs he had left. Sire. and played the King in such a manner as to awaken no suspicion. with the four hours' start over your Musketeers." "But not for you to arrest my friends. acknowledged by giving himself a terrible blow with his fist on his jaws.Anne of Austria was about to appear. already prepared to appear before the King." "Neither your Musketeers nor your whole army could take Belle-Isle. where I have given him a safe asylum. He had watched. He was then completely dressed in his hunting costume ." "Be it so!" murmured the King. if he should betray any weakness.. who did not return. the grandes entrees. and that the King wrote beneath it. should be introduced.

and Philippe continued. That figure so noble." "Sire. and nobody for the State. "and what sort of humor are you in to-day towards me?" Philippe continued: "Is not Madame de Chevreuse always in league .M. Philippe promised himself to be a kind brother to this Prince." "Every one in this thinks too much of himself. Happily the Queen did not come." said she." At these words. and tremblingly held out his hand to Henrietta. Fouquet had given to the house of France. had cast no shade over his life. who required nothing but gold to minister to his pleasures. "it will be to be the brother of that woman than her gallant. Colbert?" "How is that?" replied the old Queen. Fouquet. "are you convinced with regard to M. and then Madame with M. who was all reverences and smiles. "you speak that just as your old friend Madame de Chevreuse would speak. Philippe had irritated the lioness. Fouquet is ruining the State. and questions as to his health with little maternal flatteries and diplomatic artifices. "Why. but trembled on recognizing his mother. "Well. a separate branch. He is a man of good taste. "How much more easy. he allowed the stem to rise without heeding its elevation or the majesty of its life." said Henrietta. pleaded in his heart the cause of that famous Queen who had immolated a child to reasons of state. as he thought. he is a superior man. his mind. "M. He contemplated his brother with a tenderness easily to be understood." added Monsieur. if she evinces towards me a coldness that my brother could not have for her. "Madame. "have the goodness to go and inquire after the Queen." said Philippe.it is a fact. The latter had usurped nothing over him. and you have even spoken well of him yourself. his sister-in-law. and not to prove a cruel chastisement for her old age." thought he. have always liked M." "A superintendent who is never sordid or niggardly. He bowed with a friendly air to De Saint-Aignan. "I. the slight difference that there was between his voice and that of the King was sensible to maternal ears. in truth. my son. in rather a lower key. support another shock." replied Philippe." "Well." "That is true. had just been shaken by so violent a trial that in spite of their firm temperament they would not. He found his mother still handsome. His own memory and the notes of Aramis announced everybody to him. first of all Anne of Austria. and Anne of Austria looked earnestly at her son. and he promised himself to love her likewise. but he saw in her eyes an expression of coldness which would facilitate.you know I do not. Fouquet." At that name Anne of Austria turned pale and bit her lips. He smiled at seeing these countenances. Fouquet ill-spoken of. He knew that Louis XIV loved her. "Why do you mention Madame de Chevreuse to me?" said she." replied Philippe. therefore I only question you on the state of your sentiments with respect to him. Mother. his heart. perhaps. and which is imposed upon me as a duty. rather surprised. on the part of Anne of Austria. de Saint-Aignan. whose beauty struck him. De Saint-Aignan left the room. the first which Philippe had pronounced aloud. I do not like to hear M. Then began." The only visit he dreaded at this moment was that of the Queen. Fouquet?" "Saint-Aignan. ravaged by pain. on my part.when he received his visitors. a political dissertation upon the welcome M. "and who pays in gold all the orders I have on him. She mixed up hostilities with compliments addressed to the King. "do you likewise constitute yourself the buckler of M." said the old Queen. so imposing. to whom Monsieur gave his hand. their future relations.

which is false. she did not perceive that in that kiss. what?" said Anne of Austria. and wishing to let . and was not satisfied with having extorted a hundred thousand crowns from that clerk. seeing the Prince's eyes constantly turned towards the door. to sow divisions and hatreds under the pretext of begging money." "What is your Majesty looking for?" said Henrietta. I will not permit Madame de Chevreuse to have the power to counteract the designs of God." The latter part of this speech had so agitated the Queen-Mother that her son had pity on her. Fouquet rejected her offers with indignation. Her eyes. "I have a plan. "Sire." added Philippe. Anne of Austria was near fainting. "Concerning pretended robberies that Monsieur the Superintendent had committed." replied the young man. "you treat your mother cruelly. herself provoking the storm. Sire. whose absence began to alarm him. I tell you Madame de Chevreuse is returned to France to borrow money. The Queen-Mother wished to leave the room. Fouquet. more uneasy than irritated. "Well. why-" "Well. who comes to my court to plan the dishonor of some and the ruin of others. firmly. Then Madame de Chevreuse sold the secret to M." said the Queen." murmured she. "I have good reason to dislike this fury. I like her no better than he did. Fouquet to sell him a certain secret.like those who suffering from a chronic pain. she has sought still higher. "We will not go to-day. Madame?" "You know all. Is that true. with a cheerful smile. "Remain. and as she is insatiable. there was a pardon for eight years of horrible suffering. touch their wound to procure a sharper pang." continued Philippe. she stretched out her arms towards her other son. who supported and embraced her without fear of irritating the King.against somebody? Has not Madame de Chevreuse been to pay you a visit. you speak to me now in such a manner that I can almost fancy I am listening to your father." "We will put that to rights.and with her all who meddle with secrets and mysteries. Mother. does my mother prefer Madame de Chevreuse to the security of the State and to the security of my person? Well. and if she thinks proper to come here as she formerly did. he hoped to see Aramis. "I will drive Madame de Chevreuse out of my kingdom. I only dreaded his prodigalities. then.. Madame?" replied he. given in spite of repulsions and bitternesses of the heart." said he. Madame. He took her hand and kissed it tenderly. "I am only speaking of Madame de Chevreuse." said he. and will take nothing of the superintendent but his good qualities. and has concealed them in the shade of his clemency. "M." "In what." "I bear no ill-will towards M. and that she addressed herself to M.. proudly. "I wish you to make your peace with M." He had not calculated the effect of this terrible speech. and with good reason." And turning towards the door. Mother?" "Monsieur. Then. Fouquet. or perhaps he wished to judge of the effect of it." "'A certain secret!'" cried Anne of Austria. If God has suffered certain crimes to be committed. "Now. Philippe allowed the silence of a moment to swallow the emotions that had just developed themselves." "My father did not like Madame de Chevreuse. and has endeavored to find still deeper springs. and seeking to break the monotony of that suffering. preferring the esteem of the King to all complicity with intriguers. "For my part. Colbert." said the Prince. ceased to see for several seconds. open but meaningless.

and no one of the family. voice. "Sire.Ah! come in. reflecting that Aramis had left Vaux secretly with a mission from the King. but soon. l'Eveque de Vannes. and began by degrees to lose all patience. But he felt at times something like a shadow gliding between him and the rays of his new glory. Bishop of Vannes?" said Anne of Austria. and seconded it with all the resources of his admirable nature. your friend?" "Why. who only kept her bed from precaution. do not retire!" M. applying to all countenances the faithful description furnished by his accomplice Aramis. without the avarice of M. "One of the four braves who formerly performed such wonders. "Let M. Nothing from that time could disturb the usurper. While some were seeking M.. before you. "does your Majesty absolutely require M. conducted himself so as not to give birth to a doubt in the minds of those who surrounded him. he concluded that the King wished to preserve the secret of it.. Let him be sought for. "I will tell you all about that. d'Herblay to be brought to you?" "Absolutely is not the word. and grew pale at this unexpected obstacle." said Philippe. officers. Anne of Austria stooped towards her son's ear. in a fright. but it is strange that M. Philippe was completely ignorant of that language. The latter were astonished. de Saint-Aignan returned. recommending him to your good graces. Sire-" "I am waiting for him." D'Artagnan remained for an instant stupefied. de Richelieu. Philippe. his air." The old Queen repented of having wished to bite." said the young man.Oh. preoccupied.. or servants had the least suspicion."my sister. Madame. "Is this M. before you. d'Artagnan. I am expecting a most distinguished man. then. Fouquet be informed that I wish to speak to him." Anne of Austria blushed. "the depth and penetration of M. Fouquet and Aramis. d'Herblay. appearing." replied he. "Yes. and addressed some word to him in Spanish. Brother. Sire." All bowed in support of that sentiment. Aramis did not appear. d'Herblay is not here!" He called out. "I have no doubt it will be excellent. But as if the spirit of the imperturbable Aramis had covered him with his infallibility. With what strange facility had Providence just reversed the most elevated fortune of the world to substitute the most humble in its stead! Philippe admired the goodness of God with regard to himself. forgot to dismiss his brother and Madame Henrietta. Sire?" said Monsieur. Philippe. whom I wish to present to you all.for she supposed he was expecting La Valliere or a letter from her. On his side. Philippe quietly continued his experiments. but if he can be found-" "I thought so. thanks to that marvellous perspicuity of which fortune was from that time about to allow him the exercise. and manners were so like the King's. an old musketeer." "A friend of M. she broke off the conversation. "Where is M." said she. "Whatever may be your choice." continued Philippe.fly a little poisoned arrow at his heart. instead . a most able counsellor. The conversation had languished in the royal family. "You will find in him. in order to preserve the rest of her teeth. bringing satisfactory news of the Queen. de Mazarin!" "A prime minister." said d'Artagnan to himself. who had divined her thought." "What does your Majesty wish?" said d'Artagnan. "My sister."I do not want him so particularly as that. Fouquet?" "Yes. and he does not come. Madame. and to have strength to carry out all the King's wishes.

it was to the right of keeping he sacrificed the right of having! The whole extent of his fault was .. The half-closed shutters admitted the entrance of only an uncertain light.. bending forward. people would rather believe in the supernatural and the impossible. "What is all that noise?" said Philippe. turning round towards the door of the second staircase. even of costume. measured each other with their looks. thinking she saw the form of her brother-in-law reflected in a glass. and kept turning his head in astonishment from one to the other. panting. "Then M. even to those whose destiny contains the strangest elements and accidents the most wonderful. for Louis XIV had been to the Louvre and put on a violet-colored suit. and every one present saw others rather with faith than with positive sight. were this time a concentration and a calm which precede violent explosions of passion. The face of Fouquet appeared behind him. Monsieur was bewildered. So it was with Louis XIV. to contemplate a spectacle similar to that which presented itself in the royal chamber at that moment. "Well! what?" said Anne of Austria. who perceived Louis XIV. height. Philippe rose. gesture. And then it was the blood of Louis XIII which Fouquet was sacrificing to the blood of Louis XIII. Fouquet who entered. and clinching their hands convulsively. The unheard-of resemblance of countenance. he was perhaps more terrified than any one round him. as if she had beheld a phantom. It is not given to men. Sire!" "The voice of M. At the aspect of Philippe. But he then saw what he little thought to see so near to him. "This way! this way! A few steps more.of appearing disconcerted.. and his silence. Fouquet.both trembling. and who held the hand of Philippe. in fact. In these circumstances. shape. But Fouquet! who could paint his emotion and stupor in presence of this living portrait of his master! Fouquet thought Aramis was right. and any new object which presented itself appeared as luminous as if it had been enlightened by the sun. There are misfortunes in life that no one will accept. And yet she did not at once guess the truth. He did not admit that every torch should not become darkness at the instant he shone out with his conquering ray. not one of the surrounding details could escape. d'Herblay cannot be far off. impressed with sorrow and sternness. both pale as death. passing through large velvet curtains lined with silk. Mute. A living sun. so skilfully got up by the General of the Jesuits.. The Queen-Mother. Louis had not reckoned upon these obstacles." added Philippe." said d'Artagnan. the illusion was possible.the perfect likeness of the two Princes completed the consternation of Anne of Austria. In this soft shade the eyes were by degrees dilated.that this new-comer was a King as pure in his race as the other. and that for having repudiated all participation in this coup d'etat. when he showed himself pale and frowning in the doorway of the secret stairs. they appeared as if about to spring upon an enemy.for we renounce the hope of being able to describe the fearful state of Philippe. All eyes were turned towards the door at which M. he could not endure the suspicion of parity with any one. Madame made a step forward. and darted their eyes. then.produced by chance. and. into each other. it was to a selfish ambition he was sacrificing a noble ambition. he must be a mad enthusiast unworthy of ever again dipping his hands in a political work. like poniards. A terrible cry resounded from all corners of the chamber. He expected that he had only to appear and be acknowledged. his immobility. uttered the cry of which we have spoken. but it was not M. And a voice was heard saying. The two Princes. who was standing close to the Queen-Mother. Fouquet was expected to enter. however.

and led away precipitately his brother and sister. you are my prisoner!" Philippe did not raise his eyes towards Heaven. and said to her in a soft and nobly agitated voice. struck in both head and heart with remorse. I . d'Herblay?" "M. with a sigh. since every one here has forgotten his King?" Anne of Austria started. and stirred in his heart the fibre of obedience. and who staggered as he caught at the door for support. "My mother. breathing a weak. He could not have said at once why he doubted. No one aiding her. Louis could not endure this spectacle and this affront.that is to say. he cast down his eyes.. his eye intently fixed upon the King.during which the two Kings and their family scarcely found time to breathe after so terrible a shock. she was no longer able to stand. He bounded towards d'Artagnan. she sank back in her fauteuil. his brother. nor stir from the spot. "Monsieur. I am but a soldier. without being able to articulate a single word. shall cause a hair to fall from his head. with his hand to his brow. and that in this meeting of the two Louis XIV's lay all the mystery which during late days had rendered the conduct of Aramis so suspicious to the musketeer. Louis seized upon this movement with eagerness. "My mother. Philippe approached Anne of Austria. and raised her arms towards Heaven. five minutes." "M. Monseigneur.revealed to him by the simple sight of the pretender. smiling sadly. Louis drew back. with a calm voice. He bowed respectfully to the young Prince. with all his tortures to come. for all were petrified. mousquestaire!" said he. enveloped in thick veils. These ideas were. however. he or I!" This cry roused d'Artagnan. five ages. d'Artagnan. leaning against the wall in front of Fouquet. ran to one of the shutters. He shook his head. "do you not acknowledge your son?" And this time. The actors in this assembly seemed to swim in the vapors of a confused waking. and made Philippe draw back to the alcove. On. Suddenly Louis XIV. "brave friends and good hearts. but what is become of M. he walked straight up to Philippe. which he opened. M. d'Herblay is in safety. As to Anne of Austria. He had five minutes to concentrate his meditations upon this point of the case of conscience. where he seemed nailed to the floor." "Here are. "and no one." said he. "Look us in the face and say which is the paler. forgetting his mother. "If I were not your son. "Pardon me. Monseigneur. Monseigneur. and addressing himself to the Queen. d'Artagnan. "A moi." "Thank you." said Fouquet. Against this language of the soul Louis XIV felt he had no power. but he knew assuredly that he had reason to doubt. "Excuse me. "do you not acknowledge your son. Fouquet!" said the Prince. more impatient and more accustomed to command. I should curse you. upon whose shoulder he laid his hand. M." said Philippe. All that passed in the mind of Fouquet was lost upon the persons present. trembling sigh." D'Artagnan felt a shudder pass through the marrow of his bones. asked himself the cause of such a wonderful prodigy. and my oaths are his who has just left the chamber. A flood of living light entered the chamber. They make me regret the world." said a voice behind them. sitting motionless within three paces of the son whom she left a second time to be condemned to death. and said as he bent. for having rendered me so unhappy. tearing the curtains in his eagerness. in his turn. my mother." murmured Philippe. "but he who is just gone out from hence was my guest. D'Artagnan. while I live and am free. and without more hesitation. upon whom the vertigo was beginning to gain. kneeling. saying. He reproached him by a sublime silence with all his misfortunes past.

Thus. admitting pursuit. judged that nothing demonstrated pursuit to be possible. It was four o'clock in the afternoon." replied d'Artagnan. in this manner. having profited by the time granted them by Fouquet. then again dry and icy. whose dominant fault was not sensibility. All that there is in raging passions. and groaned in the thoughts of the vanquished prelate." Chapter LIII: In Which Porthos Thinks He Is Pursuing a Duchy ARAMIS and Porthos." "It is just. Porthos. It means enough for those who have nothing." "More. retired. He was speaking to himself. Aramis. he beat his horses and made the blood stream from their sides. notwithstanding. at times inundated with boiling sweats. the fugitives were five hours in advance of their pursuers. hastily traced by the hand of the King:"M. "I am ready." said Philippe. it means too much for those who have enough. "Hush!" replied the latter. His countenance exhibited very visible traces of this rude combat. the activity of the body had not yet succeeded in subduing that of the mind. Marguerite. Porthos did not clearly understand for what kind of mission he was forced to display so much velocity. or mortal threats twisted." replied the musketeer. searching his recollections.follow you!" At the moment the captain of the Musketeers was about to leave the room with his prisoner. Porthos. gnawed. "That is possible. which was not at all manifest. and after delivering to d'Artagnan an order from the King. he pushed forward. d'Artagnan will conduct the prisoner to the ile Ste. he. "this one is quite as much of a King as the other. but that to continue would make the matter more . with resignation. which the prisoner cannot raise without peril of his life. they were then obliged to change horses. as the horse of Porthos passed him. "Read." "Aramis was right. at every inequality in the road. "know only that our fortune depends upon our speed. "What is it?" asked the Prince. placed twelve leagues between them and Vaux. in severe toothaches. "He needs only you and me. and then crushed it in his hand with rage. Thus they travelled on for eight long hours. without a sou or a maille. groaned at this. Pale. "I shall be made a duke!" said Porthos. It was during a relay that Porthos ventured to interrogate Aramis discreetly. and then arrived at Orleans. spurred on in the same manner." As if Porthos had still been the musketeer of 1626. He will cover his face with an iron visor. aloud." replied Aramis. did honor to the French cavalry by their speed. Free upon the highway to abandon himself to every impression of the moment. on fire. smiling after his own fashion. and organize a sort of post arrangement. Monseigneur. It would be without example that a troop capable of taking him and Porthos should be furnished with relays sufficient to perform forty leagues in eight hours. Aramis thought that there might be no imprudence in taking a little rest. The head of Aramis was. Aramis did not fail to swear at every start of his horse. Colbert appeared. but as he saw Aramis spurring on furiously. They had soon. The magic word "fortune" always means something in the human ear. D'Artagnan read the paper. Philippe read the following words." said Fouquet. in a low voice to the musketeer.

could overtake the enemies of the King. who has still his legs left. le Duc de Beaufort. "a very worthy nobleman. He who never recognized chance as a deity. and I should not wish the Comte de la Fere to have to reproach me with having imposed on one of his friends. le Comte de la Fere. "Only. my friend. on the part of the King. I shall guess." "What nobleman?" asked the postmaster. he who found a cause for every result. always pays me when he makes use of that carriage. with delight. there were no horses at the post. guess away."you need tell me nothing." "Indeed!" said Aramis." "As you please.. my friend?" "We are going. you will have your crown. ordered one of his men to drive the strangers to La Fere. "No. I cannot furnish you with horses. Monsieur." "Oh!" replied the postmaster." "That is worth a louis. That is what M. and he himself harnessed the old horse to the creaking carriage." added the worthy Porthos.certain. twenty more leagues devoured." said Aramis. ah!" said Aramis. Grimaud. But at the moment he was about to fly into a passion.. at such an hour." "Oh. in such a country. not even d'Artagnan. "I do not want horses for a whole stage." They arrived at Athos's dwelling about nine o'clock in the evening. and no one. "if you will put up with a little carriage I have. endeavoring to place himself so as to avoid the jolting. gave him the hopes of finding at the same time a good bed and a good supper. He could not help showing something of this to . In the mean time Porthos was curious to behold. le Comte de la Fere. "particularly as regards disobliging the Comte de la Fere. but Aramis appeared annoyed by it in an equal degree. for all mine are engaged by M. uncovering with respect. to make some great proposal to Athos. Porthos took his seat by the side of Aramis. The prelate asked himself by what infernal machination his enemies had succeeded in depriving him of the means of going farther.. to inflict upon Porthos the pain of mounting on horseback again. having got the carriage ready. He imagined he had discovered the secret. therefore. much disappointed.because a visit to Athos in the first place promised him much satisfaction. "I understand. he suddenly recollected that the Comte de la Fere lived in the neighborhood." said Aramis. and in the next." continued the postmaster. and who will draw you to the house of M. Aramis felt obliged.he preferred believing that the refusal of the postmaster. Twenty leagues more performed with the same rapidity. but I have a right to give you a louis for your idea." "Well." said he. whispering in his ear. Find me two horses to go and pay a visit to a nobleman of my acquaintance who resides near this place. doubtless!" replied the postmaster. But here a diabolical accident alarmed Aramis greatly. "I am not travelling. do. They rode on till seven o'clock in the evening. was the consequence of an order emanating from above. But whatever may be my desire to make myself agreeable to him. I will harness an old blind horse. "M. favored by a splendid moon. The master. and he felt pleased." "Ah. that is never worth more than a crown. This cheerful light rejoiced Porthos beyond expression." "Pooh!" said Aramis. an order given with a view of stopping short the king-maker in the midst of his flight. and had only one post more between them and Blois. the count's intendant. "and what do you understand. so as to procure either a horse or an explanation. "You need tell me nothing about it.

Nothing replaces in the deeply afflicted heart the remembrance and thought of the beloved object. with a sigh. permit me to plunge myself so deeply in my grief that I may forget myself in it. but subdued. but Athos. The wound was not healed. that I may drown in it even my reason. Raoul listened often. "Monsieur. furious. whence. Never shall I accustom myself to the idea that Louise." "Raoul! Raoul!" "Listen. I am paying a tribute which I shall not pay a second time. He defended Louise against Raoul. Both young. and God knows how sweet were the consolations that flowed from the eloquent mouth and generous heart of Athos. where we are about to meet again with Athos and Bragelonne. This painful wound inflicted upon Raoul had drawn him nearer to his father. Monseigneur. and justified her perfidy by her love. an hour after. by dint of conversing with his son and mingling a little of his life with that of the young man. Raoul listened only to his weakness. Athos. ay! I guess how it is!. and that no one has loved without meeting with it. but you are a man too great in intelligence. they have forgotten. had brought him to understand that this pang of a first infidelity is necessary to every human existence. The driver interrupted him by saying: "Gentlemen. "Ay. And when Bragelonne. Never can I persuade myself that I see that sweet and good mask change into a hypocritical and lascivious face. . never did he give him the details of that vigorous lecture. Never. and confessed only his grief. she her vows." These were his last words in the carriage. If there be one saying more true than another. and melancholy." said he. Louise lost! Louise infamous! Ah. the most chaste and the most innocent of women." Porthos and his companion alighted before the gate of the little chateau. and too severely tried by misfortunes. did he make any allusion to that scene. I believe that no one has suffered in the affections of the heart so much as you have. pale and trembling. has been able so basely to deceive a man so honest and so loving as I. but Louise loves Louis. but never understood.Porthos. "would deserve to be styled infamous. "A woman who would have yielded to the King because he is the King. Raoul. that idea is much more cruel to me than Raoul abandoned. Raoul unhappy!" Athos then employed the heroic remedy. not to allow for the weakness of the soldier who suffers for the first time. Athos did not wish that the offended lover should forget the respect due to the King. Love absolves everything. it is this: great griefs contain within themselves the germ of their consolation.the mission is a secret one. Then coming up to Athos with a smile he would kiss his hand. he would return. saw Raoul bound away under the cruel wound. and fly to the thickest recesses of the wood or the solitude of his chamber. who replied. like the dog who having been beaten caresses a good master to redeem his fault. Monsieur. both of whom had disappeared after the discovery of the infidelity of La Valliere. he his rank. all that you tell me is true. Raoul replied to the reasonings of his father. Thus passed away the days that followed that scene in which Athos had so violently shaken the indomitable pride of the King. which might perhaps have consoled the young man." And when he had dealt this severe poniard-thrust. The two young people love each other with sincerity. ardent. when conversing with his son. by showing him his rival humbled. you are arrived.

He has thrown himself into it as you know he would do. Chapter LIV: The Last Adieux RAOUL uttered a cry." "Well. I am entirely ruined. And remember well what I say to you. to go from one world to the other.as completely ruined as I am. and affectionately embraced Porthos." This was the manner in which Athos and Raoul were as usual conversing. Athos." "For which I am punished. I have.what does all that mean?" "That is the subject of my severest pain. "My friend. when. I have raised a conspiracy against the King. "It was a great idea. and at this moment I am doubtless pursued. and he related the history as we know it. without knowing what he was about." But the asides of Porthos were always loud enough to be heard by everybody.. The latter took Athos by the arm." interrupted Porthos." "You are pursued! a conspiracy! Eh! my friend. His murmurs were in the diapason of ordinary roaring. Raoul. we shall be dead. drawn Porthos into my conspiracy. who was smiling complacently. all." continued Aramis. he turned towards the house with his son." he began." . "Ah!" said Raoul. "What is the good fortune that has happened to you? Let us hear it. we have not long to remain with you." said Raoul." "Good God!" and Athos turned towards Porthos.. Raoul. without attaching any importance to the summons. that is the deepest of my wounds. "a duke by brevet." said the worthy Porthos. with an air of mystery. In this world. but Porthos. "In two words. "I must make you acquainted with the whole. in the ear of the young man. "You are right. and now he is as much compromised as myself.men." "Ah!" said the count. Listen to me." said he. Raoul ventured to predict the time in which kings would become less than other men. what do you tell me?" "A sad truth. "but a great error. when the bell which served to announce to the count either the hour of dinner or the arrival of a visitor. We can live for the future only in living for God.this title of duke. and kings must live for the present. believing in an infallible success. Athos looked silently at Aramis. women. Athos heard him. with all his strength. All that you say will happen: kings will lose their privileges. and uttered an exclamation which made Aramis start. and at the end of the alley they found themselves in the presence of Aramis and Porthos. But when that moment shall come. whose sombre air had already appeared to him very little in harmony with the good news of which Porthos spoke. "The King has made me a duke.Athos said to him in his serene. Aramis and Athos embraced like old men. was rung. "Only time to tell you of my good fortune. of the equivocal faith which certain madmen draw from promises falling from thrones. that conspiracy has failed. and this embrace itself was a question for Aramis." "With grief. "My dear Athos. passing over two centuries with the rapidity of a bird which traverses a narrow strait. and after having asked Porthos's permission to say a word to his friend in private. persuasive voice.spoke with contempt of royal words. during the recital. with a smile. "you see me overwhelmed with grief. who immediately said. Athos. as they walked backwards and forwards in the long alley of limes in the park. my dear friend?" cried the count. several times felt the sweat break from his forehead. as stars which have completed their time lose their splendor. Mechanically.

Doing what you propose. where I have many relatives. as I have told you. nevertheless." "All is provided for." "It is a crime. Aramis.. "And now give me your best two horses to gain the second post." "You shall have two of my best horses." "Capital. yes. He never can believe that Porthos has thought he was serving the King. I know how. while acting as he has done. Then we shall see. His head would pay for my fault." "That is sufficient for me. and restore Porthos to favor." "You have credit." These words were accompanied by a warm pressure of the hand. Then I have the sea. Aramis?" said Athos. Aramis. No. seemingly. as Louis XIV would have no inclination for a war on that subject. That is an impregnable place of refuge. in its wheels!" "Say by a diamond. "Thank you.your absolution. a vast millstone which grinds a world. for my part I prefer having something to reproach the King with. the wisdom of man! Oh. thank you!" "Then." "Oh! I give it you if you have really wished to avenge the weak and the oppressed against the oppressor. Now. and at the service of my friends." "Tell it. ." "M." said Aramis. and whom France detains inhumanly. Athos. give me two things. you also. and which is one day stopped by a grain of sand which has fallen. The King will never believe that that worthy man has acted innocently." "Oh. But the thing is done. Follow our example. "And while we are on that head. I know it is. at first. I will answer for a transaction. where I have still more. as I have been refused any under the pretext of a journey which the Duc de Beaufort is making in this country. and I again recommend Porthos strongly to you. was certain." "You are taking him away. have griefs to lay to the King. to reconcile myself with Louis XIV. "Much. Raoul. for the King will confiscate all his property." said Aramis. "you also are a malcontent."Therefore I will not tell you my entire thought." "But our excellent Porthos! you ruin him. have no fear on that head. and a vessel to pass over into England. who is an Infante likewise." said Aramis. One word more: do you think I am planning wisely for him?" "The evil being committed. Will you join us?" "No. I guarantee upon my honor that in a month there will be war between France and Spain on the subject of this son of Louis XIII." replied the count. It is a pride natural to my race to pretend to a superiority over royal races. who are already a grandee of Spain. but I should be a loser in my conscience. with a blush which was lost in the obscurity of the night. Fouquet is an honorable man. whither?" "To Belle-Isle. and a duchy in France to you. with a discreet air. It shall not be so. when once in Spain. "Oh." "Porthos poor Porthos!" "What should I have done? Success. I should certainly be the gainer on that ground. How do you think of acting?" "I am taking away Porthos." "You? in England?" "Yes. high treason. for the King would not pardon him. I should become a dependent of the King. the result of which must bring greatness to Porthos and to me." "And I am a fool for having so ill judged him. no one knows how. or else in Spain. pass over into Belle-Isle.

nobody can take Belle-Isle from me. and while I defend it. "you speak like a man rendered sad by another cause. instead of gaining the sea at once. it will be because they no longer exist in the world in which you have many years to pass. I don't know what it is that has just told me that I have seen these two men for the last time. and I also think that I shall never see Messieurs du Vallon and d'Herblay again. with a sort of cold persistence. and weighed upon his heart. as in times when the heart was warm and life happy. they seemed to be enlarged on departing from the earth. or Roman." "Oh. Mounted torch-bearers shook their torches merrily among the trees of their route. always a supporter in M. with an oppressed heart." "It does not astonish me. in the same tone. be prudent. Raoul had gone out to give orders for the saddling of the horses.. Belle-Isle will not be attacked without the signature of M. being himself compromised. who will not abandon you. Count." "That is true. The King is both cunning and strong." "You are right. "It is strange. was I not?" murmured the latter. But Belle-Isle will be for me whatever ground I wish it to be. "Whatever becomes of me. both seemed to have given a spring with their feet. As for me-" Raoul shook his head sadly. as you have said just now. M. All at once a noise of horses and voices from the extremity of the road to Blois attracted their attention that way. Fouquet. and something like a mist passed before his eyes. English." repeated the count.you see everything in black. and turned round from time to time to avoid distancing the . "I was born lucky. And that is why. which would proclaim my fear and guilt. At the end of the perspective. elongated by the shade. "I again recommend Porthos to you." At that moment Porthos turned round. "our brother Porthos will fare as I do. and turned to embrace Porthos with much emotion. as he folded his cloak round him. Nevertheless. Fouquet is there. returned towards the house." "How so?" "It was I who fortified Belle-Isle. and if you chance never to see those old friends again. "Raoul. which made them vanish as if evaporated into the clouds. The group was already divided. all depends on the standard I shall think proper to unfurl. and then Porthos mounted his horse." replied Aramis. neither of them finding another word in their hearts. The latter watched them along the high road. This last endearment was tender as in youth. my dear friend. whatever may be said. "whence comes the inclination I feel to embrace Porthos once more. Monsieur." said Aramis." Athos bowed while pressing the hand of Aramis. Spanish. but in the declivity of the ground that they disappeared. but you are young." thought he. Aramis came back once more to throw his arms round the neck of Athos. "Come." replied the young man. And then. that you should have such a thought. "for I have at this moment the same. in their white cloaks. Then Athos.. transported with happiness. notwithstanding his heroic action. saying to Bragelonne. and leaned upon the shoulder of the count.and you have. and came towards his old friend with open arms. Like two phantoms. Fouquet. Athos saw his two friends on the point of departure.that is why I remain upon French ground." Aramis smiled. which were ready to overflow. and it was not in the mist. you!" replied the count.

Have you no idea of what I am about to be?" "Why. Monseigneur?" said Athos." "What do you tell me. "Is it too late for a friend?" "Ah. A cry was heard of "M. they entered the house. in good truth. and let us bid each other farewell. with several of whom he was acquainted. These flames. Athos went towards the house. Monseigneur. to have maintained my rank. let him stay. I call upon you to bid you farewell. was shutting the door.I. de Beaufort. Monseigneur.a Bedouin gentleman.horsemen who followed them. who have reigned in the faubourgs. but he had hardly reached the parterre when the entrance gate appeared in a blaze. you must admit that it is sufficiently strange to be born the grandson of a king. le Duc de Beaufort!" and Athos sprang towards the door of his house. "Ah. "Is that the young man I have heard Monsieur the Prince speak so highly of?" asked M.I am going to pass from the Place Maubert to the minarets of Djidgelli. for my part. "Why. since Monseigneur Permits it. all the flambeaux stopped and appeared to inflame the road. we cannot spare him. Monseigneur. dear count. Monseigneur. And M. if you did not yourself tell me that-" "It would not be credible. I see no glory in that. Chapter LV: M. and then to go and get killed at Djidgelli among all those Turks. and still wish earnestly. funereal disappearance of the two shadows of Aramis and Porthos. "It is. and have been called King of the Halles. Saracens. my dear count. this noise." said Athos. in order to leave him alone with Athos. formed a strange contrast in the middle of the night with the melancholy. You smile? Ah." "Oh.. my dear Prince. after all the whimsical exhibitions I have made in fifty years. come in!" said the count." "He is quite the soldier. For. Monseigneur?" "Strange. would it? Believe me. "I am here. with that frank cordiality which won him so many hearts.. Monseigneur. and it is more probable that I shall there meet with something else. my dear count. followed by Raoul." said Athos. can you guess?" "Because your Highness loves glory above everything. to have reckoned among the powers of the age. to be great Admiral of France. do you know why I have accepted this enterprise. if I ask him of you?" "How am I to understand you. what you have always been. Raoul. Count. This is what comes of getting into favor again." "Farewell?" "Yes. to have made war against kings. de Beaufort leaning on the arm of Athos. there is no glory in firing muskets at savages.. and preparing to go with the other officers into an adjoining apartment. the Parisian par essence. and Moors!" . The King is sending me to make conquests among the Arabs. this dust of a dozen richly caparisoned horses. who walked respectfully and modestly among the officers of the Prince. to feel Henry IV within me. nevertheless. But the duke had already alighted from his horse. that my life should have this last facet. is it not? I." "Into favor?" "Yes." "Remain. "Will you give him to me. good-evening. I become from a Frondeur an adventurer!" "Oh." "I am going to be an African Prince. in short.a valiant Prince and an excellent gentleman. But I have wished. and was looking around him." said the Prince. no. "Ma foi! he is tall and handsome!" continued the duke. de Beaufort THE Prince turned around at the moment when Raoul.

my contemporaries. Monseigneur. whether or not.you made up your mind to escape from Vincennes. I will not endeavor to come out of it without ridicule? Will I not give the world cause to speak of me? and to be spoken of nowadays." "You are going to let the boy rust in idleness. you know me of old. but you aided me in that. which I bring as a legacy. my master.. just and simple man as you are. Monseigneur. I tell you. I have no longer . smiling." "Peste! my dear friend." "That is all true then.if not there. you dwell strangely upon that subject." "Yes. that if I go into Africa for this ridiculous motive." "Ah. Monseigneur! Monseigneur!" "And you may understand that if Grimaud's name were to appear in my will-" The duke began to laugh." said Athos. this is only exaggeration. with careless naivete and a complaisant forgetfulness of which no words could translate the tone and the vocal expression. smiling. when there are Monsieur the Prince. here is poor Raoul. I turn this way and turn that without seeing my old friend M. that little Valliere. "Nothing. I do it in earnest. I will be killed. My will is made. at present. as my ancestor Saint Louis did. Do you know those fellows still use poisoned arrows? And then. in an agitated voice. Monseigneur. if I remember rightly. "Oh.. Valliere reminds me of that girl. who from the beginning of this conversation had sunk into a profound revery. you are wrong. he abstains. Vaugrimaud is still your Highness's most respectful servant. Admiral of France. a propos." replied the duke. and poisoned arrows. then.have I anything left but to get myself killed? Cordieu! I will be talked of. "I have a hundred pistoles here for him. de Beaufort." "Ah. Monseigneur. How is he?" "M.since the passion of the King for La Valliere. grandson of Henry IV. locusts. Monseigneur. and hitherto you have demonstrated nothing of that kind but in bravery. M." "Why. and many others." "Better than that. de Beaufort took the hand of Athos. I. I believe. "What do you mean to do with him?" asked he."Monseigneur. M. de Turenne. "I know there is to be found here a certain De Vouvray wine. "Young man.. She is not particularly handsome. I fancy. Monseigneur. there is bravery in facing scurvy. dysentery." said Athos." "Ay. "Do you know of whom she reminds me?" "Does she remind your Highness of any one?" "She reminds me of a very agreeable girl whose mother used to live in the Halles. addressing Raoul. Monseigneur." said he. In the mean time. King of Paris. ah!" said Athos. Come." "Yes. "How can you suppose that so brilliant a destiny will be extinguished in that miserable scene?" "And can you believe. and he frets. and." "And the poor lad has been cut out by the King." "No. the good old times!" added M. is it? I think I know her." said Athos. Vaugrimaud. I know. give him to me!" "My wish is to keep him at home. he is my son." "Who had a son." "Yes. somewhere else. yes. and you know that when I once make up my mind to a thing. "Yes. Count. had she not?" "I believe she had. and I believe-" Raoul left the room precipitately to order the wine. "Now.. who is your son." "Ah.

"and that is to say." continued he. Monsieur. Monseigneur. in a lower tone of voice. Count.which was doubtless to conceal his emotion." replied Raoul." "That is very possible. On seeing his old protege. sinking back into his arm-chair. "Two old friends!" said the duke." "I wished. well. eagerly. Begin. and as long as he is willing to remain-" "Well. "Grimaud! Good-evening. The duke looked at his friend. "You are a charming friend.. have soon put matters to rights again. gently putting back the glass. shaking honest Grimaud's shoulder after a vigorous fashion. "Pardon me." His eyes sparkled with a gloomy fire. and replied with the same promptitude. I have seen more than one produced from such material. very difficult.only one glass?" "I should not think of drinking with your Highness. so much the better!" He repented of having spoken so warmly when he saw Athos rise and open the window. and the Prince. which was followed by another still more profound and delighted bow from Grimaud. but it is the King who makes marshals of France. to grant me what I wish for?" "Pardieu! That is agreed upon. "But that is not all. unless your Highness invited me.. Grimaud! said he. and I wish to do honor to this handsome young man who stands here. we can lose only one thing by it. with noble humility. and was unable to conceal his agitation. and the blood mounted to his cheeks. Count. then so much the worse!" "That is to say. "but as you yourself invited me to wish-" "To wish to leave me?" said Athos. nevertheless. while with one hand he returned the bottle to Grimaud and with the other gave him a purse. who hastily moistened his lips. he terrified Athos. Monseigneur.. memory. "wish for something while drinking out of my glass. He preceded Grimaud. Raoul sprang towards the count. who drank and passed the goblet to his companion." Raoul interrupted this conversation by his return. "And what have you wished for?" replied the duke. if only with his smile. as if desirous to help him parry this unexpected blow. we will both drink out of it." added he. to go with you to Djidgelli. in a firm voice. "I could. mordieu!" cried the duke." said he to Raoul. "how goes it?" The servant bowed profoundly." Raoul blushed. and the plague stifle me if what you wish does not come to pass!" He held the goblet to Raoul. Monseigneur. continued. but the latter had already overcome his . I think he has in him the stuff of which marshals of France are made. the duke uttered an exclamation of pleasure." said Raoul.anything in the world but him. as much gratified as his noble interlocutor. and Raoul will never accept anything of the King." replied Athos. Monsieur the Duke. "War is a distraction.can you imagine-" "Well. "That is difficult. my dear viscount. whose still steady hands carried the salver with one glass and a bottle of the duke's favorite wine." Athos became pale." said Athos. "Will you promise me. I carry good luck with me. "I have wished for something. "But what is this.life." replied the Duc de Beaufort. excited. "the young viscount is right! What can he do here? He will rot with grief. "I am still thirsty. "Oh." "Do me the honor. We gain everything by it. Monseigneur. like two brothers-in-arms." replied the duke. I assure you. "Cordieu! You were right to bring only one glass. I have been indiscreet. Viscount.

Under this last blow Athos staggered. because you do me the honor to take me with you. I will reply that I have gained a good recruit. "And be sure to bring the viscount with you.. "it is neither the count nor the viscount that shall have his way. "Well. no. my dear viscount.it is I. de Beaufort looked the young man in the face. I will serve on board your vessels. He was thankful to M. but if I am told I have lost time in talking with a friend. letting fall one by one words more icy than the drops which fall from the bare trees after the tempests of winter. "Will you meet me at Paris. I will take him away. de Beaufort. my son. my Prince. and read plainly. and I only ask yours. and said with much animation. replied. nowadays." Athos waited with a kind of impatient joy for the reply about to be made to this embarrassing question by Raoul." interrupted the young man. he could not hope to make it deviate from the fatal road it had just chosen. and was so guarded that not another word escaped him. M. "let us see! Shall he go. As for Athos. "Par la corbleu!" said the Prince. the fire of resolution before which everything must give way. which was broken without anybody paying attention to it. The duke at length rose. just as you like. and replied to him by a severe look. he pulled the ear of Grimaud. he shall be my aide-decamp. "do not tell the King so." Having thus thrown a little balm upon the wound of that paternal heart. my friend." added Bragelonne. my friend. whom then will you serve? The times are past when you might have said. "Raoul shall do just as he likes. "Monsieur the Duke. whether he follows me or does not follow me. Monsieur.I shall serve God!" "God! how so?" said the duke and Athos together. it will be the King you will serve.emotion." said the duke. de Beaufort. still firm and tranquil. for it is not the King I will serve. he was too well acquainted with that tender but inflexible soul. The horses. whose eyes sparkled more than usual. and regained his escort in the parterre." "Oh. there can be nothing equivocal in it. but I shall there serve a more powerful master than the King. he recovered his calmness. if you serve on board my vessels. "My intention is to make profession." "Pardon me. and the Prince himself was moved.' No. The father hoped that the obstacle would overcome the desire." "Monseigneur!" cried Raoul. on observing the advanced hour." replied the count. taking the hand of the duke.. and let fall the bottle." interrupted Raoul. for all your kindnesses. "Monseigneur!" cried Athos. Raoul. we all belong to the King." said M. the objection you make I have already considered in my mind. the intractable enemy of the King." "Eh. "he has my word. I shall set off in two days for Toulon. bending his knee. his rival. or shall he not? If he goes. rested and . "Count." Raoul smiled again so sadly that this time Athos was wounded to the heart. Therefore. come. in his turn. in order that I may know your determination?" "I will have the honor of thanking you there. Count. de Beaufort. 'I belong to M." added the duke. Monsieur the Duke. Grimaud uttered a heavy groan. whose lightness or generous reflection had thrown an impediment in the way of the departure of a son now his only joy. Raoul comprehended it all. The navy offers a superb future. though his eyes were cast down. and become a Knight of Malta. "I am in great haste. He could only press the hand of the duke held out to him. great or small. and turned to the lights with a serene and impassive countenance.

adieu. and to avoid all risk of keeping the duke waiting." "Listen to me again. and said.left me forever. the day after the visit of M. They passed. which were to his father two hours of agony. and that nothing ought to be with me before you.that of piercing my heart with my sword. "you go with the intention of getting killed in Africa? Oh. tell me! do not lie!" Raoul grew deadly pale. and passed the night in the alley of limes. "You have just replied to me on the word of honor of an honest man. The father and son preserved a profound silence towards each other." replied the young man.. I shall die here of grief and love. the proper appointments for Raoul. or of injury to Raoul if the duke should perceive his absence. God alone can give me the strength not to forget that I owe you everything. and you will then do what will be proper for you to do. de Beaufort at Paris. or you will see me basely die before your eyes." Athos embraced his son tenderly. set off for Paris with his son. In the heart of the poor young man it aroused emotions easily to be understood. during the two days the duke had granted him. this is stronger than my will. Raoul. Athos gave this worthy servant orders to take the route to Paris when the equipments should be ready. coldly." said he. alone pointed out to them how many minutes the painful journey had lasted. In exchange for this sacrifice which I make of my youth and my liberty. But these two men were of such a nature that all emotion buried itself forever when they had resolved to confine it to their own hearts. Monsieur. I implore you. Send me away quickly. set off with spirit through this beautiful night. thus to return to Paris among all the people who had known and loved him. This labor chiefly concerned Grimaud. de Beaufort. you may plainly see that within one month I have lived thirty years. then. Raoul. which their souls had made in the immensity of the remembrances of the past and of the fears of the future. If I do not go. in two days we shall be with M. He gave all his attention to preparing." Raoul rose in his turn. because you are the only tie which attaches me to this world.. saying. I know how long a time I have to live thus. who immediately applied himself to it with the good-will and intelligence we know he possessed. Athos rose first. Then." And he slowly gained his bedroom. and that I approach the end of my life." "Then. stronger than my endurance. but you would have thought that cowardly. I will only ask of him one thing. by striking. and remained silent for two seconds.in your house. You are free. silently and almost breathlessly the hour which preceded midnight. and therefore we must part. he himself. Every face recalled to him who had endured so ." said Athos. and soon placed a considerable distance between their master and the chateau. I have renounced that determination. till to-morrow. and said in a tremulous voice. Monsieur. all at once. Chapter LVI: Preparations for Departure ATHOS lost no more time in combating this immutable resolution. The clock. "In two days you will have left me.refreshed. where an intelligent observer would have expected cries and tears. Athos and Bragelonne were again face to face. "I had formed a determination." "You leave me by going. "Monsieur. The latter held him clasped to his breast. Raoul went down into the garden. Raoul?" "Monsieur. and that is to preserve me for you. "It is late. and embraced his father. Eleven o'clock was striking. then. "I have promised to devote myself to God.

but his sadness had increased by it two shades. and when arrived. "I did not think there was any one here. young. though stopped by her in the middle of the gallery. that if it had not been for a charitable woman.much. had come up and asked Raoul whether he should inform M. without suspecting that he was going to the place where La Valliere had lived. felt as if he were dying. pretty. to him who had loved so much. you compromise me by a reception almost uncivil. Malicorne. and then would have gone away never to return. You are wrong. But." said she. some circumstance of his love. He took it up in a tone so cold and embarrassed that if they had been thus surprised. rubbing against the doors of a lateral salon which opened upon the gallery." said she. she did not think she ought to let the opportunity slip of making a justification. "and no doubt-" She here interrupted herself by uttering a cry. more pale than death. the lady became silent. and pushing away the officer. but had sunk down upon a bench near the velvet portiere. in the antechamber. he was going into another world that he might never meet with anything Louise had seen. his limbs relaxed. Monsieur. he really existed no longer. solely to avoid mingling with all those happy existences which he felt were moving around him in the adjacent salons. Raoul took the road to the Luxembourg. A woman. and was terminated by a kiss on the fingers of the lady.. A lady. This name even did not rouse the recollections of poor Raoul. scolding an officer of the household. in the first antechambers he had stopped. ever vigilant. With his head hanging down. My heart inclines me to speak to you. The officer replied in calm but firm sentences. The servant had passed on. on perceiving Raoul. better acquainted with him. but Raoul. de Guiche of his being there. he would have remained there a few minutes. did not seem disposed to surrender without a combat. thus forgotten. when all at once a lady's robe passed. Raoul had scarcely answered him. entered by that way. as we have said. "what you are doing is very unworthy of a gentleman. had made no answer. and another. he heard so much music and breathed so many perfumes. Farewell!" Raoul had sworn never to speak of Louise. The persistent servant went on to relate that De Guiche had just invented a new game of lottery. I shall curse you if they have either heard or seen us!" Malicorne hastened away. he heard so much joyous laughter and saw so many dancing shadows. "Make your escape. a suffering. had asked him if he wished to see Monsieur or Madame. or at least a suspicion against herself. and bending her joyous face over him. with disdain. "Mademoiselle de Montalais!" said Raoul. opening his large eyes like the absent-minded man in Theophrastus. Raoul. "Ah. She felt that in the flight of Raoul there was an accusation. He rose unsteadily and tried to make his way across the slippery mosaic of the floor. When he reached De Guiche's residence. Suddenly." said she. which had stopped an hour before. Monsieur. never even to look at those who might have seen Louise. blushing. And when one of Monsieur's servants. the whole court would have had no doubt about the proceedings of Mademoiselle de Montalais. he was informed that De Guiche was with Monsieur. and you confound your friends with your enemies. who perceived him dejected and pale in a doorway. it was rather a little love-pet than a quarrel of courtiers. recognizing him. Raoul. on approaching Paris. Raoul remained. or anything she had ."Raoul!" said she. Once in Paris. and gay. looking at a clock. The young lady advanced behind Raoul. his mouth half open for the escape of his sighs. "Monsieur is a gallant man. and was teaching it to the ladies. and expressed herself with much vivacity. but she had comprehended that savage and cruel grief.

and that Louise . it enters not. were you not?" said she to Raoul." Raoul started. after I have spoken to you. well! I put faith in her." said she." "No Viscount. "Not with love. "that you are not cured. with bitterness. You can laugh. but she liked you. "Louise did love you. pressing the cold hands of Raoul in her own. "we shall have an hour to ourselves." "Where?" said he. let me tell you that if instead of loving Louise coldly and philosophically. "You tell me that very much at your ease.Montalais. "Yes." said the young woman." "You have not even tried to speak to Louise?" "I!" exclaimed the young man.touched. "Well! come somewhere else. "Oh. de Bragelonne. a man of your age ought never to leave a woman of hers alone. Viscount!" said Montalais.now I am quits by loving her no longer. lighter than a fairy. casting down his eyes." replied Montalais. I shall never be consoled." "You are consoled." "I care but little for that. I pray you. Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle. "I see. who reminded him of the turret of Blois and the joys of youth.. do you know why? Because my face is the mirror of my heart. she ran up to her chamber. "I know what you mean. "I feel that you are all. "In my apartment. I do not too well understand myself. "I! why do you not advise me to marry her? Perhaps the King would consent now". de Guiche. then?" said Montalais. then." "Oh. having reflected." "I will go and ask him to come up here presently." "I don't understand you.all his reason left him. I loved Mademoiselle de-" Raoul could not pronounce her name." "There is no longer any faith in the world." said he. the companion of Louise. Mademoiselle. She looked at the clock doubtingly. do you not?" "Rupture!" said he. and he rose from his chair. followed by Raoul. Shutting the door. Mademoiselle. with eyes flashing fire. M." And taking her course. for here we may be surprised. But after the first shock to his pride." "Are you angry with me?" Raoul looked at her for a moment. then. pointing to his reflection in a mirror." "Do you wish to speak to me?" said she. and you ought to have married her before you set out for London. quietly. after having had a glimpse of Montalais." "An error. Do people marry whom they like? You forget that the King then kept as his mistress her of whom we are speaking. then. am I not? Well. "you were wrong in every way. "You were seeking M. there can be no rupture where there has been no love. I know!. "You think I was concerned in the plot which brought about your rupture.. full of anger. "No." said Raoul. I." Raoul broke into a sinister laugh which made Montalais shudder. of both sexes. and placing in the hands of her maid the mantle she had held upon her arm." said Montalais. with the smile of former days." "Listen. Mademoiselle. "Nevertheless." said Montalais. the inside has changed as you see the outside has. Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle. "Pardon me. of a different age from me. Mademoiselle." "Do so. you had endeavored to awaken her to love-" "Enough. "I loved her. and you can banter agreeably. "Yes. it cannot enter into my thoughts to be uncivil. sharply. I am much altered.

where I shall never be seen again." said he. and that horror of the treachery that has been practised on me renders me inexorable for all other treachery that may be committed around me.from Madame. "is kind enough to think of this lottery. "Your royal Highness. "in two days I shall be far from Paris. Obtain from Madame. Madame was seeking to recover herself. however. "And then she has you for a friend. be happy!" The Princess felt for a moment the despair which cannot be described. in a fortnight I shall be far from France. But Raoul broke it. "M. such griefs did it presage for her whom lately he loved so dearly. in a low voice." "Into Africa!" cried De Guiche. proceeding from the alcove behind the wainscoting. "I have been mistaken in the hour!" She had. tell her also that I have loved in the course of my life. when a closet opened in front of the alcove. which she closed after her. throwing herself. Madame". with volubility. on recognizing the sister-in-law of the King. when a lady entered the room quietly by the secret door. Raoul hastened his departure without yet divining all. He went up to the count. "Dear count." so big with menaces and storms. is not that enough? She has chosen him of such a quality that her enemies cannot prevail against her. and M. It was equally repugnant to her to accept the evasion offered by this delicate deception. all radiant.into Africa. before the Princess. This scene occupied several minutes of terrible silence. "Stupid wretch!" murmured Montalais. "I never will divulge the secret of the visits of my friend to your apartment. uttering a cry in her turn. and Raoul was already rising. "Madame!" exclaimed Raoul. love each other. this "but. notwithstanding the exquisite delicacy which Raoul had exhibited. in his turn. Raoul? Oh. "With M." added he.. but too late." so significant in a woman like Montalais." which made the heart of Raoul beat. No one ventured to support her. Mademoiselle. however. to Montalais. smiling.. and came once more to her aid. it was repugnant to her. but he felt that he was in the way." "Oh! while she has her lover to protect her. nervous.has one enemy the more.. Bending his knee before her. was still Raoul. de Guiche issued therefrom." said Montalais. forgetting that this very forgetfulness compromised the . was interrupted by a moderately loud noise. "Madame.. then?" said she." said he. no! I am no longer one of those whom Mademoiselle de la Valliere deigns to look upon. and was obliged to lean upon the foot of the bed for support. Agitated. to feel herself at the mercy of an indiscretion." "One enemy the more!" "Yes. You are both free. who was walking towards Raoul. "You. The Princess. Montalais turned to listen. time to warn the Princess." "Are you going away. The most pale of the four. but-" This "but. she struggled against the double stings of the two troubles.obtain her pardon for you whom she has just surprised also. "I? Oh. whose inexpressible emotion made his knees tremble. with delight. de Bragelonne. Mademoiselle. and taking his hand. who is so clement and so generous. with a shade of irony which did not glide off the cuirass. "tell Madame I am too unhappy not to merit my pardon. where everybody dies!" And forgetting everything. favorites are but little beloved at the court of France. we must admit. Raoul comprehended her position. and-" The Princess began to lose countenance. was near fainting." said he. de Beaufort. and at these words the Princess drew back.this terrible "but." But stopping all at once. This is why. my friend.

dear friend. because you are loved.her you know of. Raoul suppressed his feverish excitement to assume the voice and countenance of an impassive man. that you can sleep tranquilly. others pass through who are destined to die. bit by bit. De Guiche? This is it: I shall live more. De Guiche." De Guiche contemplated for some time this unfortunate young man.. you are beloved! You do not endure those atrocious nights. I am going to seek death in yonder country. and disappeared herself. She ruined her by pride.. half mad with despair." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean that there is a plot formed against her who is the mistress of the King. fear nothing! you are beloved. that signifies that you may hear everything. who are the elected of my heart. she would take from her the only thing that renders that woman excusable in my eyes. You are beloved. We are Christians. beware of Montalais. till there passed through his heart something like remorse at his own happiness. than I have lived for this month past. "but advice to you.the other. you risk much more than I do. what I am going to say to you is of much greater importance. "They will make her whose name I should wish still to be able to pronounce." "Explain yourself clearly.. "I conceal nothing from you.you are beloved." "I know she has-" "Oh. and if I can understand you-" "In two words. that you can thank God every minute of your life. my friend. You are beloved! allow me to tell you what you must do that you may be beloved forever. Guiche. which. do you feel the value of these three words? They signify that you can raise your head. crumb by crumb." "You are mistaken.." said he. those nights without end. "Ingrate!" said he." said Raoul. during which time Montalais had led away Madame.. and said with a smile.even the counsel of a friend who wishes to preserve your happiness. Swear to me not only that you will not second them in anything.they will make her suffer." "What is that?" "Her love. Guiche. being buried beneath the earth. "Not one word more on my account. You are beloved." "By Montalais?" "Take her as the least dangerous of the enemies I dread for. my friend." "Oh!" "It is a joy so sweet to me to be able to speak to you thus! Well." "And now." "What! of that kind friend?" "She was the friend of. You will live long if you act like the miser who." "Oh. "My friend.a plot formed in the very house of Madame. when she has ruined her. Raoul passed his hand over his brow.Princess more eloquently than his presence. and if such suffering were to continue. I would not be answerable for the safety of my soul. then. with arid eye and consumed heart. "I have been dreaming!" Then warmly to De Guiche. "and you have not even consulted me!" And he embraced him. Raoul! a man!" "Do you know what is my thought. when . collects and heaps up diamonds and gold." De Guiche was anxious to raise objections. who by degrees absorbed him.Madame has been jealous of the King. your secret will not remain in my breast more than a year. but that you will defend her." "What is that?" "Without doubt." "Can you think so?" "I am certain of it.

and another with an account-book in his hand. These words surprised Athos. Planchet. some day when she shall thank you. de Bragelonne. They who might have seen them both thus would not have hesitated to say. whose sad look he silently observed. had gone to Planchet's residence to inquire after d'Artagnan. Planchet going away?" "Yes. upon sacks and barrels." "All! all!" cried the young man. as I would have done myself. "Ah. Farewell!" The two young men embraced. at the lodgings of the count. pretty carelessly given.possible." exclaimed he. by the warm desire of M. "how glad I am to see you! What good star brings you here?" "My dear Planchet. The reply. would not be more properly deemed importunate. as usual. "is M. felt himself a little embarrassed by the material obstacles and the majesty of those who were thus employed. No. who came to buy nothing. d'Artagnan." continued Raoul. if you please. "And." At the mention of the count's name.'" "I swear I will!" murmured De Guiche. while a third counted and weighed." "No. promise me to say these words to her: 'I have done you this kindness. "we are come to learn of you. Farewell. It was at this moment that Raoul. no doubt. On arriving at the Rue des Lombards he found the shop of the grocer in great confusion. where have you been rummaging?" "Ah." "I swear I will!" replied De Guiche. "some day when you shall have rendered her a great service." "M. Planchet. if you have a few hours to spare. Monsieur. An inventory was being taken. whom you so deeply injured. "How! his trunks?" said he. He saw several customers sent away. Monsieur the Count. Planchet was not throned. when you wish. or that of an arrival of goods. left his work and hastened to meet him. "Thank you." "What for? Flour or dust only whitens." "And what are you going to do now?" "I am going to meet Monsieur the Count at the house of Planchet. and asked himself whether he. arrived at the grocer's house. inform him that M. d'Artagnan?" "Yes. who loves me. pressing the hand of his son. as soon as he received the count's message. He therefore asked very politely if he could see M. was that M. Planchet was packing his trunks. Madame. what you see on my arms is arsenic." said Athos. "That is the happy man!" Chapter LVII: Planchet's Inventory ATHOS. but it was not the confusion attending a lucky sale. no. I wish to embrace him before my departure." "Arsenic?" . le Comte de la Fere desires to speak to him for a moment. "That is all. You are expected. immediately went to inform Planchet. don't come near me till I have well shaken myself. you will find me. give them to me. adieu! I set out to-morrow or the day after for Toulon. Athos. Monsieur. a young man with a pen behind his ear. He is a brave man. diable! take care. my friend." "Then. were setting down a number of figures. one of the young men. no doubt accustomed to hear it pronounced with respect. during the visit to the Luxembourg by Raoul. after his painful scene with Montalais and De Guiche.But in what confusion do I find you! You are as white as a miller. pointing to Raoul. where we shall hope to find M. who had no knowledge of commercial matters. directly.

" "Bah! you are rich. for example. I did not know that you had upstairs-" "It is Truchen. The rats have robbed me of more here than they will ever rob me of again. "I ask your pardon!" added he. You have a room. blushing a little. Monsieur the Count." "Are you leaving trade. "Oh. you may have observed. it was uttered by a woman. I don't know whether it is because I am growing old. my good Planchet. for he turned round to go downstairs again. and. with something like twenty acres of land round it. we are not comfortable here. "Oh. d'Artagnan one day said. then?" "Monsieur." added Planchet. Planchet. gentlemen." "But. hesitating. when we grow old we more often think of the things of our youth. "let us have a little talk by ourselves. then?" "I have bought one. Athos was mistaken in the cause of this hesitation. have you not?" "Certainly. Two cries were heard simultaneously. Monsieur the Count. Athos made a gesture of approval." "A little house at Fontainebleau.. Monsieur. "It is whoever you please. "Never mind. wished to relieve him by going first.in your own room. and attributing it to a fear the grocer might have of offering humble hospitality. "Yes. perhaps?" And Athos. "You are going to buy an estate. "Madame?" said Athos. having notice. no doubt. I was a countryman formerly". I am making my provision for the rats." "What do you mean?" "Why. Come on!" Raoul nimbly preceded him. "the dwelling of a tradesman in this quarter is not expected to be a palace." "We will do no such thing. I have taken a dislike to the city. and then added." said he. Monsieur. The other proceeded from the mouth of Raoul. never mind.but-" said Planchet." "Ah! I suppose in an establishment like this the rats play a conspicuous part. then?" "Eh. Monsieur." "Ah! that is still better. I have disposed of my business to one of my young men. the cursed dust makes you cough." said he. no." "Very well. and Planchet marked this confession with a somewhat pretentious laugh for a man making profession of humility. One of these cries dominated over the others."Yes. but for some time past I have felt myself attracted towards the country and gardening." "It is not with this establishment I concern myself. it was an exclamation of surprise." said Athos. "Madame is dressing. The third was from fright. mon Dieu! yes. seen that what Planchet said was true. and entered first." Raoul had. pardon me." Athos did not smile at this little pleasantry which Planchet had aimed at him to try his strength in fashionable humor. Planchet! Accept my compliments on your acquisition. as M. go up now." "Upstairs.we may say three. "It is." "No. pardon our indiscretion. has had time-" . they are taking my inventory. Madame. Corbleu! I should not wish to poison the most worthy gentleman in the kingdom. still going up. Planchet had uttered it. seeing Planchet a little embarrassed. He had no sooner made it than he shut the door sharply.

well. "There is nothing indiscreet in telling you." This word "servant" struck rudely on the ears of the demi-millionnaire Planchet. This appeared the more evident to him when he learned that the young man to whom Planchet was selling his business was her cousin. d'Artagnan came here the other day-" "Ah. to know what Planchet's gentlemen visitors would say of her. neither your affairs nor those of our friend are in question.. with his customary coolness." "Disappeared!" said Athos. Planchet. Athos inquired. Since the captain of the Musketeers is not here. She ceded the apartment after two courtesies. I am not the man to reproach a servant with discretion. but not without having listened at the door. Having heard all that was necessary of the happy prospects of the retiring grocer. ah!" . but natural respect and bonhomie prevailed over pride. it is always on some mission or for some great affair. Athos perceived that the grocer would marry Truchen. The interest we take in him alone has induced me to apply to you. Athos suspected that. Planchet. "You want nothing now. phlegmatically. then. Au revoir. that M. "Humph! you must have one. he would have three hundred thousand livres'" said Planchet."No. and therefore turned the conversation. not at all. in which Rochefort had placed him. d'Artagnan about? He is not at the Louvre. "Oh Monsieur. Monsieur the Count. "Well. but heirs to your property. were you not?" "On account of the speculation. quite confused. "What is M." "You were acquainted with his departure for England formerly. Planchet." replied Planchet." "If I had one. "The speculation?" "I mean-" interrupted Planchet. German eyes attacking French eyes. Athos was forced to hear Planchet recite his idyls of felicity." Planchet was so disconcerted by this little extravagance that he forced the passage. Raoul. and brought good luck to his business. and went down into the shop. we know what that means. "if only to prevent your little fortune being lost. with surprise. which Athos avoided." "But I do not know." "Ah. So Planchet related how Truchen had charmed his ripe age. au revoir. heedlessly. Monsieur the Count. gentlemen! you would not disoblige me by thus standing on the staircase. on his part. was burning to give explanations. But as certain tenacities are stronger than all others. establish a family." "Monsieur the Count. "we would have asked permission to pay our respects to her." "If we had known you had a lady upstairs.costume of the shopkeeper's wife. we will take our leave of you. d'Artagnan disappears. Truchen was quite dressed." said Athos. rich and coquettish. like the voice of the sergeant when Planchet was but a piqueur in the regiment of Piedmont. as Ruth did to Boaz. then. I wish I were able to tell you-" "Oh. and himself opened the door to admit the count and his son. farewell!" "Eh. and as we cannot learn from you where we are likely to find M. Let us go. M. or by going away without having sat down. in spite of fate." "Whenever M." The words "little fortune" placed Planchet in his rank. d'Artagnan. translated into a language more chaste than that of Longus." replied Athos. and." "Has he said anything to you about it?" "Never. d'Artagnan has disappeared.

marked out with small pins. a hole denoted its having been there. de Beaufort.to Richelieu. to have seen Planchet quit Paris to bury himself in his country retreat. in fact. several great nobles were richer than the King. neither of them had anything to ask of his contemporaries. Be assured that we shall meet with him more easily upon our route than upon this map. It was this egotistical aristocracy which Richelieu had constrained to contribute." "You are right." "And the chart is there as a proof. his people. Only there were then privileges for the sons . who silently. The reflections of Athos suggested nothing. and with his finger. and what motive could have led him to examine the banks of the Var. "Every one journeys towards happiness by the route he chooses. They knew it. He had one of those superb establishments pertaining to great fortunes which certain old men remembered to have seen flourish in the times of wasteful liberality in Henry III's reign. and arrange with him the particulars of the departure. "Never mind. This plan.. one of whom had exhausted the past age in glory. its purse. and you. the gentlemen set out to pay a visit to M. his accustomed perspicacity was at fault. This Prince had kept up a grand style of living. was a map of France. Then. The Comte de la Fere puzzled his brains for some time to divine what the musketeer could be going to do at Cannes. They had only to pay a visit to M." said Raoul. who was scolding his shop-men. will at least conduct me as far as Toulon. even the cousin of Truchen.the future depository of the charms of Mademoiselle Truchen and of Planchet's bags of crowns.that terrible mower down of the great. How did he maintain his horses. and his table? Nobody knew. in a melancholy tone. who went to fetch from the neighboring wall. What." Then taking leave of Planchet. and go as far as the Mediterranean towards Toulon. where the pin was missing. had made him understand d'Artagnan's route. by following with his eye the pins and holes. saw that d'Artagnan was to take the direction of the south. On leaving the grocer's shop. say no more about it. unless by the decree of peoples. and of a blood which is not shed upon scaffolds. did these men leave behind them.to their life of former days. with its blood. It was near Cannes that the marks and the punctured places ceased. my friend. From Louis XI. they made use of their wealth. and never deprived themselves of the pleasure of humiliating his royal Majesty when they had an opportunity. The duke was lodged magnificently in Paris. Raoul's researches were not more successful than his father's. "we must confess that there is a Providence always occupied in connecting our destiny with that of M." added Planchet. Chapter LVIII: The Inventory of M. the plan consulted by the captain on his last visit to Planchet. they saw a coach. which he brought to the count. de Beaufort was born a Prince. how many families had raised their heads! How many from Richelieu to Louis XIV had bowed their heads never to raise them again! But M. "Road to Fontainebleau!" cried Planchet to his coachman. then." said the young man to the count. had been for Athos and his son like a last farewell to the noise of the capital. and its duties. de Beaufort TO HAVE talked of d'Artagnan with Planchet. upon which the practised eye of that gentleman discovered an itinerary. and the other the present age in misfortune? Evidently. d'Artagnan. forming a triangle with the bar of the window to which it was fastened. where it was suspended by a twist.himself less than others."And remained several hours consulting a geographical chart. de Beaufort. Monsieur. to what was from his time styled the King's service. There he is on the coast of Cannes. Athos. in fact. his successor.

They repeated to one another.. after having carried away that present. and to others.which was more magnificent than selling it.. that is to say..so truly is courtesy a current payment. in a supreme degree. Thus. then. or other fabulous stones. no more private arms.that the Prince constantly found means to renew his creditors. The Oriental fable of the poor Arab. The duke had no longer a dwelling-house. every empty purse. Still further. Anxious to carry home to their wives preserves given them by Monseigneur.of kings. I would give it to you". take it. everything of value he had in his house. could he refuse ten thousand livres more to this generous noble? This. who carried away from the pillage of a palace a kettle at the bottom of which was concealed a bag of gold. all these people went away with the conviction that M. and furniture.that had become useless to an admiral. no more jewels. he was distributing to his old creditors plate. devotedness. with the contents of his cellar. the food purveyors. jewels. that these treasures consisted in mines of diamonds. he was distributing to his friends. The Prince possessed. In fact." The effect of which was.. many were seen bounding joyously along under the weight of earthen jars and bottles. He gave up everything. that the treasures of Africa would be equally divided between the Admiral and the King of France.the gold and silver mines of Mount Atlas did not even obtain the honor of being named.an enormous amount in those days. found with him patience and intelligence of his position. was making his inventory. And throughout the house there was a joyous movement of people who believed they were plundering Monseigneur.. and thirty more. all of them his creditors.M. and in order to find that sum. In addition to the mines to. attached very little value to things which tailors and saddlers set great store by. and brought him back double.. refuse to carry away a present of six thousand. that he was sent to Djidgelli by the King to reconstruct his lost fortunes. but he had three or four hundred thousand crowns in his coffers. "I have but this silver ewer. which the sea might rob him of. He made more than thirty happy with kitchen utensils. superfluous now that he was placed amid his cannon. whose place of residence is his ship. To some he said.which could not be begun till after the campaign.it is worth at least five hundred livres. Athos and Raoul found the mansion of the duke in as much confusion as that of Planchet. "I wish I had what you have. or a persuasion that they would some day be paid. Every distressed man. to whom nobody refused to become a creditor. and whom everybody allowed to pass without jealousy. Many contractors paid themselves from the several departments of the establishment. de Beaufort finished by giving away his horses and the hay from his lofts. whether from respect.this fable had become a truth in the Prince's mansion. M. while devastating his mansion.it might be called a general pillage. likewise. be worked.. enhanced in merit from having belonged to a descendant of Henry IV? And how. M. arms. The number of millions from these sources . This time he used no ceremony. who plundered the clothes-presses and the harness-rooms. Owing nearly two millions.there would be the booty made by the army. de Beaufort had calculated that he could not set out for Africa without a good round sum. de Beaufort would lay his hands upon all the riches pirates had robbed Christendom of since the battle of Lepanto. The duke.. how could a man to whom ten thousand livres were owing.. gloriously stamped with the arms of the Prince. de Beaufort only acted in this manner to prepare for a new fortune concealed beneath the Arab tents. was what had happened.. the art of making happy the creditors the most to be pitied.

"Ah." "The present order gives you the right to visit and search all the isles along the coast. the mission with which you charge him is . "Do you know anything of the sea?" "Yes. with his searching glance. you will there make the enrolments and levies you may want for me. having Raoul at your elbow. Monseigneur. if you wear such a face as that. stiff. and all wine." replied the duke. Athos. I shall go with Raoul." "God grant it may be so!" cried the delighted duke. fasting. devil take me! I shall always see you fasting. Raoul scarcely moistened his lips. Count. and generous. animated. Monseigneur." "Here is the order". stay with me. "Keep your money. When he saw Athos and Raoul. do not talk so grandly because you happen to have plenty of money. reckoning upon you. "Come hither. Viscount. begone!" Athos interrupted the Prince. He found the Admiral of France a little exalted. offering a full glass to Athos. you will spend much money. stiff." "But I reckon you will. M. Now. You will go on before me as far as Antibes. with the dessert. he will give you a hundred of them. No. "I had prepared it. "and then. The Prince was intoxicated with his ruin and his popularity at the same time. who replied with a smile. pressing the hand of Athos. step over!" said the duke. step over." Athos tried to find a passage through the heaps of linen and plate. I will see no more. at which. de Beaufort began to laugh. and that then." "And as you are an active man. for he was rising from a table of fifty covers. the remains of the meal had been given to the servants. "you are such people as a man should not see after dinner. He perceived this at once. and cold in presence of your strong box." "I hope not. because he will have some new crowns to offer you. The army must be prepared to embark in a fortnight at latest. "Here is your commission. I predict that within a month you will be dry. I have travelled with Monsieur the Prince." "That is well. you are cold. "Count. drawn upon the cities of the south. if so it must be. but his mirth was not reciprocated by Athos and Raoul. and the empty dishes and plates to the curious. plenty of fire. saw what was going on at once. at which the guests had drunk long and deeply to the prosperity of the expedition. Why." "Yes. come hither. Monseigneur. why should they spare the property of him who spared it so little himself? Such was the position of affairs. dear Viscount. "Ah. reciprocally. The latter took it. and carry my provisions. All these barges and lighters must be in attendance to form an escort. and you. and will work freely.plenty of noise." "That shall be done. all suppleness." He said this." said he. then. with the courteous egotism of his rank and his age.defied calculation. war is to be made among the Arabs with gold as well as lead. He had drunk his old wine to the health of his future wine." said the Prince to Raoul." "Yes. "Monseigneur." "No. "There is my aide-de-camp brought to me!" he cried. Monseigneur." Having spoken thus. Count. when I am all fire. Monseigneur. and De Beaufort gave Raoul the order. you are acquainted with my ideas upon the expedition." "I wish to try the contrary. should he who was going in quest of such treasures set any store by the poor utensils of his past life? And. and dry. I shall disappear in the smoke. and.. you will be surprised to see him gay. My intendant has prepared orders of a thousand livres. Viscount. Monsieur the Duke.

"No provisions. which you will see more pure still at Djidgelli. provisions will not be wanted. then?" "Prince. let us be off." "Go. the weather is so fine. to assemble a flotilla." "Oh!" said Athos. Raoul. and still further. or your grief. to enroll your maritime force. But when you have been introduced to the Prince commandant. but if he failed in your embarkation. Raoul is a cavalry officer. when you have accepted the responsibility of a post in his army.a troublesome and a difficult one. "they alone may cure me." said the young man. "Patience! patience!" "Monseigneur. but do not die without honor and without advantage to France. talked over the wild freaks of the duke. to provision a fleet." "Humph! you are scolding me. I believe you will find nowhere so much zeal and intelligence.the question is no longer about you. . that an officer is a minister as useful as a priest. because they prove to me that some one loves me still. permit us to take our leave.." replied Athos. Monseigneur." The two gentlemen. convinced that France would be served in a very incomplete manner." "He may. then. and wish to see you perfect." "And now. do they not do all that is required of them?" "Monseigneur. Alone." "Monsieur. would take an admiral a year. as regarded both spirit and practice. Raoul! do not let my words grieve you. "if all are going to do as I am. in the ensuing expedition. Cheer up." "I love your reproaches.those heavens which we shall always find above our heads. but I will help him. You do not observe. and having summed up his policy under the word "vanity. and that he ought to have more charity than a priest. but about all those poor soldiers who as well as you have hearts and bodies. the heavens are so pure. mildly. Monsieur. But when people resemble him. as they speak to me here of God. whichever you please to call it. it would be too much for him to execute. no reserves. so much real bravery.. Raoul. no store flotilla! What can be done thus?" "Humph!" murmured Raoul. after having agreed on this point. I love you. I would have continued to do so still. and may my good fortune attend you!" "Adieu." they set forward." "Bah!" "And in the navy!" "That may be true. sternly.I reckoned upon you. "do not be unjust and senseless in your egotism. that you have given him a command of the first order." "Monsieur. but-" "You forget also that you are of a country which is proud of its military glory. you would only meet with what you deserve. and may your good fortune attend you likewise!" "Here is an expedition admirably begun!" said Athos to his son. as in Raoul. and which will speak to you of me there. who will weep for their country and endure all the necessities of their human condition. de Beaufort. and it was scarcely worth while to recommend you to M." "To be sure you will. If you set out for this war solely with the intention of getting killed in it. you stand in need of nobody. shaking his head. Monseigneur.. and have practised it. go and die if you like. and you allow him a fortnight!" "I tell you he will get through. Remember. I know it. I believe that when we are once at Toulon you will not let him depart alone. in obedience to their will even more than to their destiny.

They then departed with the freight. bowing to the very ground. which he insisted upon embarking in spite of all the difficulties which opposed themselves to that operation.The sacrifice was accomplished. His affectionate heart longed to take a farewell and receive consolation from that heart of steel. insisted upon having the details. but the gentleman had arrived with an immense carriage-case. They were forced to believe that the captain of the Musketeers was desirous of preserving an incognito on his route. one of the fishermen told the count that his boat had been laid up to refit since a trip he had made on account of a gentleman who was in great haste to embark. The fisherman informed him that six days previously a man had come in the night to hire his boat. and so did I: we had the affront of the night before to pay him off for. he had recourse to the syndic of his brotherhood at Antibes. The fisherman had wished to retract. And yet when Raoul began his labor of classing the flotilla. a dangerous passage. and they lost all traces of d'Artagnan at Antibes. had enjoined obedience upon the fisherman." "This is the way. sharp and long. Athos. for Athos derived from his inquiries an assurance that such a cavalier as he described had exchanged his horse for a well-closed carriage on quitting Avignon. Raoul was much affected at not meeting with d'Artagnan. or he is nothing but a fresh-water lubber. with his provencal accent. Marguerite. I was steering towards St. Honorat as the gentleman had desired me. The gentleman required me to land him at Ste. "a man is a sailor. Chapter LIX: The Silver Plate THE journey passed off pretty well. and abused him for having been refractory. he had even threatened. I was about to hurl . He even feared to offend his friend. but his threats had procured him nothing but a shower of blows from the gentleman's cane. and used it in such an astonishingly rapid manner that we neither of us could get near him. he knows his course. whether on his own account or in the service of the King. Monsieur!" cried the fisherman. there is in front of the square tower of the Benedictines. and so gain more money when all his companions were gone. towards the southern point. The gentleman took me by the collar. and wished to try the channel." "And why not?" "Because. My mate armed himself with a hatchet. or he is not. by too pressing inquiries. but the gentleman had exhibited a certain paper. and got together the chalands and lighters to send them to Toulon." said Athos. and below it." "Well?" "Well. believing that this man was telling a falsehood in order to be left at liberty to fish. according to the intensity of Raoul's grief. Athos knew from experience that d'Artagnan became impenetrable when engaged in any serious affair. Athos and his son traversed France at the rate of fifteen leagues per day. Honorat. for the purpose of visiting the Island of St. which fell upon his shoulders. "Level with the water. at the sight of which the syndic. "But all this does not tell us. It took them a fortnight to reach Toulon. but he changed his mind. who administer justice among themselves and protect one another. and pretended that I could not pass to the south of the abbey." "A rock?" asked Athos. and told me quietly he would strangle me. The price was agreed upon. or thwart him. Swearing and grumbling. sometimes more. the bank of the Moines. "how you have injured your boat. but one I have cleared a thousand times. Monsieur. But the gentleman drew his sword. I was obstinate.

'Ah. but against the Devil. who brought my finger under my nose while telling me if I plagued him with such silly stories he would have me flogged. "You must know." "Well. Raoul. with great glee. something terrible to look upon." "Very well. The story of the masked man and the carriage-case having disappeared may be told to conceal some violence these fellows have committed upon their passenger in the open sea. Marguerite. and the carpenter asks a hundred and twenty livres to repair it. Marguerite. and there came out of it a sort of a phantom. as there was a little wind from the southwest. "That was the Devil. for there is something to be cleared up. the red partridges ran about in coveys among the . I don't know how.and I had a right to do so. Monseigneur!'" "A strange story!" murmured the count.my hatchet at his head. in the uncultivated parts. we found nothing. on board a chasse-maree come from Toulon under orders.. after she got afloat again. Monsieur. Marguerite.for when we recovered the boat. The impression they felt on landing was a singularly pleasing one. "Yes. in self-defence. balls.for the gentleman. ah! Well. Raoul. and then." "We shall see to that." "Very strange! very strange!" repeated the count.I was going. that two poor men like us were already too few to fight against two gentlemen. thank you. Monsieur) the great carriage-case opened of itself." "And that was?" said Athos. seriously injured..we made but one jump into the sea. cried out on seeing him. pomegranate. I recognize his mode of proceeding. Monsieur. then. the boat drifted into the sands of Ste.. as the man walked away. Alas! we are no longer the young invincibles of former days. and then?" "Why. "And what did you do?" asked the latter of the fisherman. All around this garden. which came towards me threatening with its fist. for the prow is left upon the point of Ste." "I formed the same suspicion. Monsieur. Monsieur? for a sailor aboard is master. to cut the gentleman in two. and yet my boat was injured. to punish him for his persistence in embarking. instead of finding these two creatures injured by the shock. hadn't I. The isle was full of flowers and fruits. This gentleman very much resembles d'Artagnan. Go. and protected the other. the carriage-case was more likely to contain property than a man." "Nor to me. "But since that what have you done. Who knows whether the hatchet or the iron bar of this miserable coaster has not succeeded in doing that which the best blades of Europe." "Oh! but the two travellers?" "Bah! you need not be uneasy about them! It was pretty plain that one was the Devil. we didn't stop to consult each other. as a citizen is in his chamber." "What! did the governor say so?" "Yes." "We will go to Ste. "you will be exempted from the service." replied Raoul. for we were within seven or eight hundred feet of the shore. that man does not seem to me to have told the truth. Monseigneur. my friend?" "I made my complaint to the governor of Ste. when all at once (believe me or not. not even the carriage-case. Marguerite's. his head covered with a black helmet and a black mask.. looking at Raoul. Marguerite. Orange. and fig trees bent beneath the weight of their golden or purple fruits. and bullets have not been able to do in forty years?" That same day they set out for Ste. Monsieur.. In its cultivated part it served as a garden for the governor. shall we?" said the count to Bragelonne.

and after having done so.something shining. under the protection of the governor. Another musket appeared.brambles and tufts of junipers. come down!" cried Raoul. approaching each other. under condition of not killing the game or devastating the garden. The governor was a sort of happy farmer. It was at the hottest time of the day. smugglers made use of it as a provisional entrepot. and at every step of the count and Raoul a terrified rabbit quitted his thyme and heath to scuttle away to his burrow. A white smoke floated like a plume from the mouth of the musket. The hand which had thrown this plate made a sign to the two gentlemen and then disappeared. The heavens spread their fiery veils as if to stifle all noises. who . furiously shaking his fist at the citadel. cowards as you are!" "Yes. The fortress.replied to these cries by an exclamation of surprise. And before they were able to ascertain what it was they saw. this inscription:I AM THE BROTHER OF THE KING OF FRANCE: A PRISONER TO-DAY. The plate fell from the hands of Athos while Raoul was endeavoring to make out the meaning of these dismal words. which was aimed at them. in which twelve cannon accumulated their coats of mouldy green. and they discovered. like a hand that was waved backwards and forwards. "What! are people assassinated here? Come down. This man returned almost immediately without his basket. in characters traced upon the bottom of it with the point of a knife. figs. and as his companion. They ended by making their own way into the garden. who was carrying a basket of provisions on his head. FRENCH GENTLEMEN AND CHRISTIANS. A MADMAN TO-MORROW. and forced down that of his father likewise. to envelop all existences. offering nothing but a tiny bay for the convenience of embarkation. who went shares with them. and oranges. Athos supposed this man must have been carrying dinner to some one. returned to dine himself. All at once they heard some one call out. Athos and Raoul. raised like three heads its three turrets connected with one another by terraces covered over with moss. the fly under the leaf. Athos and Raoul wandered for some time round the fences of the garden without finding any one to introduce them to the governor. this fortunate isle was uninhabited.. Athos saw nothing living but a soldier upon the terrace beneath the second and third courts. In fact. the governor was in a situation to be satisfied with a garrison of eight men to guard his fortress. A second dull noise was heard from the ditch. and Raoul ran to pick up a silver plate which was rolling along the dry sand. PRAY TO GOD FOR THE SOUL AND THE REASON OF THE SON OF YOUR MASTERS. "Cordieu!" cried Athos. and disappeared in the shade of his sentry-box. harvesting wines. Flat. began an attentive examination of the dusty plate.he who was about to fire. One of the assailants. Everything sought shelter beneath grass or stone. perceived in the frame of the bars of the window something of a white color. A musket-barrel glittered from the crest of the wall. its only guardian. and a ball was flattened against a stone within six inches of the two gentlemen. like a polished weapon struck by the rays of the sun. At the same instant they heard a cry from the top of the donjon. a luminous train accompanied by a hissing sound in the air called their attention from the donjon to the ground. oil. and raising their heads. preserving his citrons and cedrats in the sun of his casemates. encircled by a deep ditch. With this compromise. As quick as lightning Raoul bent down his head. slept as the wave did beneath the heavens. the rabbit under the broom.

and they showed themselves on the other side of the ditch with their muskets in hand." D'Artagnan took it out of his hands.the prisoner has written something underneath. "I was sure I could not be mistaken!" "What is the meaning of this?" asked Athos. "Recover arms! Mordioux!" cried the captain to the soldiers. had reseized his loaded musket. my dear friends.. . "Athos! Raoul!" "D'Artagnan!" replied the two gentlemen.. silence! If he only believes you can read. Oh." "And why did he fire at us? What have we done to him?" "Pardieu! You received what the prisoner threw to you?" "That is true. when a well-known voice resounded behind them. "what stops us?" "You are Spaniards." "Ah!" said the governor. At the head of these men was an officer. addressing the governor.I love you." And d'Artagnan. if I saved you from death. seeing them disappear from the platform. instead of firing at the instant I raise my weapon! I thought I recognized you. then! silence again!" The governor came up. and waited with a firm demeanor. sharply. Five minutes had not elapsed when a stroke upon a drum called the eight soldiers of the garrison to arms. "Oh.wished to continue the attack. "It is true. a fearful pallor spread over his countenance. followed by Athos. and emotion with him was not feigned. Athos and Raoul. whom Athos and Raoul recognized as the one who had fired the first musket. I will be killed for you but-" "'But-'" said Athos and Raoul. The man ordered the soldiers to "make ready. "I was right. How fortunate it is that I am accustomed to take a long aim. my dear friends. When he had read it. having crossed the ditch upon a plank bridge. I tell you. how fortunate!" and d'Artagnan wiped his brow. my dear friends. "But I could not save you from perpetual imprisonment. seized the plate to read the inscription. at least let us leap the ditch. these gentlemen are two Spanish captains with whom I was acquainted at Ypres. then?" said Athos. "And yet they were trying to read the inscription on the plate." said he to d'Artagnan. has he not?" "Yes." And suiting the action to the word. Raoul was springing forward." said the captain. "Well!" replied he. "Silence! here is the governor. "What! were we to be shot without warning?" "It was I who was going to shoot you. last year. sword in hand." "Good heavens! I was afraid he had. effacing the characters with the point of his sword. you do not understand a word of French. "It is true?" "Silence. "and is the gentleman who fired at us the governor of the fortress?" "In person." "That plate." "And what will he do to us? Is it our fault?" asked Raoul. good heavens!" repeated he. he who had cried out threw up the weapon. expected that they would come to them.for he had run fast. eagerly to his friends in a low voice. and if the governor missed you. We shall certainly kill two of these scoundrels when their muskets are empty. in a subdued voice." "We are going to be shot!" cried Raoul. if he only suspects you have understood. I should not have missed you. with all the marks of mortal alarm. "but. and the ball flew into the air. Silence. "How!" said Athos. "Well. They don't know a word of French.

he has thrown something to you through the lattice of his window. for your having orders to kill all those who do believe in it. "Invite these gentlemen to come to the fortress. the eight soldiers returned to their delightful leisure. remember. but if I was the first to seize a musket."because every calumny. They all turned towards the entrance of the fort. and would have wished his friends a hundred leagues off.half serious. if you like." "With the more reason. for a moment disturbed by this unexpected adventure. and I thought you in intelligence with my prisoner." said he. and cover with shame the executioners of the son of Louis XIII. and it would be an honor to die by your hand. You came here. "but because the King is not willing that the secret of his family should transpire among the people. Athos." said Raoul. giving them a polite invitation." said the governor. in a fishing-boat. "That is because." replied Athos. but he was still tenacious. its noblest and most loyal defender. half ironical. in a low tone. d'Artagnan. "let us have a word of explanation while we are alone. bluntly. is it possible." said . I understood it. and I saw Raoul pick it up. "I have conducted hither a prisoner. and the incident being exhausted."How!" cried the governor. which they accepted. "But.you commanded us to be shot. the captain had quite another idea." "Do not talk in such a childish manner.you. do you mean by the royal house?" stammered d'Artagnan. "what are you doing? I cannot read them now!" "It is a state secret.. I should have had the good fortune to die for the royal house of France." "What the devil. Athos. Chapter LX: Captive and Jailers WHEN they had entered the fort. I was at dinner with the governor. and while the governor was making some preparations for the reception of his guests." During this apostrophe." The fact is. fortunately I was the last to take aim at you." replied d'Artagnan." The governor was obliged to be satisfied with these explanations. "and as you know that according to the King's orders it is under the penalty of death that any one should penetrate it. A noble Spaniard.Athos and Raoul preserved the coolest. I saw the object thrown. explain to me how it is possible Louis XIII should have a son in the Isle of Ste. And then-" "And then. Marguerite?" "A son whom you have brought hither masked. I will." "No." "If you had killed me. or I shall begin to think you have lost your senses. "Come. "That I will willingly do. my dear chevalier. They cannot even read Spanish. can place any faith in the nonsense written by an idiot?" "I do believe in it. It does not take long to understand this. d'Artagnan. who the King commands shall not be seen. But he was obliged to make the best of it. Besides. however absurd it may be. "that these gentlemen do not comprehend at least some words?" "Suppose they do! If they do understand a few spoken words it does not follow that they should understand what is written. "You don't mean that you." "It is simply this. He addressed the two gentlemen in Spanish." "Ma foi! I admit it. most unconcerned silence." replied the musketeer. has the almost certain chance of becoming popular. a well-informed and sensible man. ought never to know how to read. I was about to propose it to you." replied the captain of the Musketeers. allow you to read it and have you shot immediately afterwards." said Athos.

if the governor did not believe it to be quite true. He would like to carry it away." "Ask these gentlemen." replied the captain. but he cannot. in Spanish. "This is the way." replied Athos. no. ruined. "Why not?" D'Artagnan was brought to a pause. "If it were true. suspicious and hard. "De Saint-Mars." "They came because they had heard that there was a convent of Benedictines at St. "is your secret lost because I know it? Consult your memory. the Prince's jailer?" "Eh! how can I tell? I may be kept at Ste. from being aware that no one will be of so much service near his person as myself." "The will of God be done!" said Athos. I am acquainted with all that. for fear no one else would serve him as faithfully as I. a fugitive. ah!" said he." "But.a Prince of the house of France." said he." interrupted the governor." D'Artagnan and his friends immediately resumed their parts. I have seen Aramis." "Oh. But it will happen as it may please God. then. "what was their purpose in coming to Ste. in a tone of sadness. "Of Aramis!" cried the musketeer. and from being told there was excellent shooting in the island. D'Artagnan bit his mustache. Marguerite forever. The governor. nothing proves that this prisoner must be a Prince. Athos and Raoul observed that he often tried to embarrass them by sudden attacks... yes. coolly. Marguerite. The King will not dare to recall me. and you will return to Paris. or to catch them off their guard. he contented himself with offering them good cheer. With respect to the travellers. and Aramis has told me enough to make me believe in the complaints that this unfortunate young man inscribed upon the silver plate. Honorat which is considered curious. "that I had brought hither in a boat and with a carriage a masked prisoner." resumed the count. and die unfortunately. with his customary mild severity. he would like to leave it. behaved towards d'Artagnan with a politeness almost amounting to obsequiousness. I am in the situation of a man who finds a treasure in the midst of a desert. What d'Artagnan had said was probable. "Ah. he regrets not having me near him." replied d'Artagnan. pursued. "in which God turns to nothing that which men call their wisdom! A fine secret must that be of which twelve or fifteen persons hold the tattered fragments! Athos. Marguerite with the carriage-case containing the prisoner." said Athos to d'Artagnan. "whence do you know that a fishing-boat-" "Brought you to Ste. but he dare not. They rose from the table to repose awhile. my friend.Athos. "Have you seen Aramis?" "After his discomfiture at Vaux." D'Artagnan's head sunk upon his breast with confusion." ." said he. not you!" "My friend. "I have something like a sinister idea that all who are concerned with this secret will die. "He will be." said Athos. "but here is your governor." observed Raoul.with a prisoner whom you styled Monseigneur. "your not being certain proves that your situation here is provisional." "Oh! ask that of Aramis. cursed be the chance which has brought you face to face with me in this affair! for now-" "Well. but neither the one nor the other gave him the least advantage. and never taking his eye from them. Have I not borne secrets as heavy as this?" "You have never borne one so dangerous. quite at a stand. "What is this man's name? I don't like the looks of him. Oh.

"He is struck to death. D'Artagnan remarked his absence. gnawing. isn't he?" said he to Athos. D'Artagnan politely thanked him." D'Artagnan looked his friend earnestly in the face."you know that in the course of my life I have been afraid of but few things. the second resists. you who have seen all that can be seen in this world! Why have you this fear. The first bleeds.. let us have a shot or two at the rabbits. Athos? Man upon this earth . "answer me the question put to you by that black-looking Saint-Mars. de Beaufort it is." "Then I will lay a wager it is with M. Around all hearts so noble as his there is a second envelope which forms a cuirass." "How is this. Let us try to amuse ourselves." said the musketeer. of that man without an equal. and listening to the voice of his soul. "here is a life with a society that suits me but little. the walk will be beautiful." replied d'Artagnan. What did you come to do at the Lerins Isles "To bid you farewell.." "Oh! your fears exaggerate. de Saint-Mars went to make his rounds. he allowed the sportsmen to attain a considerable distance from him. in a melancholy tone." "As you please." "Mordioux!" said d'Artagnan. and he bores me. I know. looking at the heavens." "No. leaning upon the arm of the captain. and not fatiguing. Raoul is of a fine nature. and left d'Artagnan alone with the pretended Spaniards. looking at the sea. you always guess rightly.a real park." "And why do you not go with him?" "I could not bear to see him die. insurmountable fear that a day will arrive in which I shall hold the dead body of that boy in my arms. de Beaufort." "Oh!" murmured d'Artagnan. his gun across his knees.I have a conviction of that.of your own d'Artagnan.."That is quite at their service." "Bid me farewell! What do you mean by that? Is Raoul going anywhere?" "Yes. mordioux! Come. but to gain an opportunity for talking freely. I command this man. Well! I have an incessant." While the two friends were beginning their conversation. not for the sake of amusing ourselves. with his head hanging down and his heart oppressed. Raoul." replied Athos. Then. "Oh!" exclaimed the musketeer.and you come and tell him with your arms folded that you are afraid of witnessing the death of your son. The isle is but a league and a half in length. "Why do you let him go?" "Because he insists upon going. as you formerly called him. as well as yours. upon a breadth of a league. my dear friend. I hope. Athos? you come and place yourself in the presence of the bravest man you say you have ever seen. "oh!" "He will die. who brought the gentlemen some guns.." replied De Saint-Mars. "To-morrow. d'Artagnan. M." "From habit. "You know one thing." D'Artagnan made a sign to a soldier. "And now. seated himself on a mossy rock. a minute after. and then returned to the fort." "With M. "Raoul will die of it." continued the count. "When will they depart?" added the governor. and he did not add a word to this exclamation. but I would not see him die. "He is still stricken.

the King . and held out his hand to him. I tell you. He who dies. I should curse him. loses. or die. "she perhaps loves better than she does the King. but after another fashion. the ceaseless agony of that poor soul?" "Let me speak to him." "That is a very absurd word. what virtue do you attribute to a letter which your speech might not possess?" "Perhaps you are right. Her heart is inaccessible to any other feeling. rejoined Raoul.oh! I am old." "But I have so many things to say to her. D'Artagnan. you whom she abandons. I will serve him. I have no longer courage. Raoul! you wished to speak to me?" "I have a kindness to ask of you. bluntly. I have within me the revelation that if God should decree that my friend or my son should render up his last sigh in my presence. it is quite enough to have cursed his King!" "Humph!" said d'Artagnan. 'Go there." replied Bragelonne.." added the captain.must expect everything. You might continue to live near her. and continued his walk alone. I have preserved but two religions: that of life. you must not. that of eternity." "Never!" "Pray. "see that melancholy which never leaves him. Athos. "Well.love and respect for God. "Will you do so?" "It would be base.to know that I should no more meet upon earth him whom I now behold with joy. my friend. to know that there would nowhere be a d'Artagnan any more." "You will?" "Doubtless. Please to understand. speak! tell me!" "I am strong against everything. you who love Raoul.my friendships. After having worn myself out upon this earth of which you speak." "Ah!" exclaimed Raoul." he added. Now." "Listen to me. cutting across the brambles. Raoul.oh." "Ought I to write to Mademoiselle de la Valliere?" "No. A Christian gentleman ought not to curse his God.' why. my duty as a father." "You will some day return to France?" "I hope so. go there. "D'Artagnan. Can you imagine anything more dreadful than to witness. Do you think this would be the first time a woman had repented of an infidelity? I will go to him. if you please. she whom you loved. then... that it is never base to do that which is imposed by a superior force." Raoul started. "And you. For that only there is no remedy. d'Artagnan!" "Speak. no. then." "Come and say them to her. my friend. nowhere again be a Raoul. with a passionate burst of repugnance for such a painful hope... and ought to face everything. I cannot even tell you. but I am convinced you will not succeed. Was she base or brave. do you believe she loves the King?" "To idolatry. which would lead me to think slightly of your understanding. "and she is an honest girl." Athos shook his head. in preferring the King to you. If your heart says to you. but if he struck me so plainly and in that fashion. pointing to his son." "D'Artagnan. and would be her best friend. No. he who sees others die. except against the death of those I love. this it is." said d'Artagnan. d'Artagnan. Who knows?" "Try. see you. "Ask it. look at him. Raoul." "She loves the King.. I pray God to spare me in my weakness. gains." "I will not attempt to console him. a little confused by this violent tempest of grief. minute by minute.

" said Raoul. from your eyes and from your heart. It is said that happy lovers are deaf to the complaints of rejected lovers. if you think proper. I have allowed to escape. "Why did you not write simply these words:'MADEMOISELLE: Instead of cursing you. knowing you are free and satisfied. my friend. you would have yielded through fear of bringing about my death. and my painful end will assure me. like a mortal poison. he wrote the following words upon a leaf of his tablets:- . "It is that it tells everything except the thing which exhales. I pardon you. Many people tell me that you loved me to such a degree that you might have come to love me much. And tearing the letter he had just taken back.whom her heart commanded her imperiously to prefer to you? No. the treasure I possessed. will explain to her as to yourself what is passing in my heart. "that is a conclusion which I was far from expecting. and where all love endures forever. in the candid credulity of my heart.that of having left me to believe you loved me. and d'Artagnan read it:"MADEMOISELLE: You are not wrong in my eyes in not loving me. you would cease to love her. "I have only one fault to find with it. then. a certain superiority over him. God has not made me in anything inferior to him you have chosen. It is much more delightful to me to die. You have only been guilty of one fault towards me. You will accept this last farewell. and leads me only to blame myself. except the senseless love which still consumes you. or of lessening the esteem I had for you.." "To set off to see her again?" "No. my dear d'Artagnan. If your happiness could be purchased by the last drop of my blood. and you will give her a letter which. and you will bless me for having taken refuge in the inviolable asylum where all hatred is extinguished. Read it. I wish to love her forever. and because my devotedness. however charming a new love may appear to you." "The letter is very well. Mademoiselle." He held the letter out." exclaimed Raoul. to set off that I may never see her again." "This is what I wish. This error will cost me my life." replied the musketeer. will you love me when you will no longer fear either my presence or my reproaches! You will love me. How much. VICOMTE DE BRAGELONNE. she was the bravest of women. because. It will not be so with you who did not love me except with anxiety. then. Raoul?" "What is that?" "Why. in your eyes. That idea takes from my mind all the bitterness. that by seeing her closely with the eyes of a jealous man-" "Well?" "Well. I prepared it last night. I would shed that drop. my sacrifice. but I cannot pardon myself. You will see her again." "Then I am decided." said the captain." "Tell me what that is." Raoul grew paler. with a sinister joy." "Frankly. I am sure that if I had persisted in endeavoring to change that friendship into love. Do you know one thing of which I am sure.'?" "That is true. I willingly make the sacrifice of it to my misery! "RAOUL. I love you and I die. as she has done. Something told me I should see you to-day. Adieu. Do. Obey yourself. but remained silent.

a man clothed in black and masked by a visor of polished steel soldered to a helmet of the same nature. As they re-entered the fort." said De Saint-Mars." And he signed it. to inhale the sulphurous perfumes of the tempest. and to punish myself for that baseness. gusty vehemence which characterizes the Mediterranean. come on!" "Say Monseigneur!" cried Athos. and the lightning is terrific. there is a bark in the creek." And by the red flashes of the lightning against the violet fog which the wind spread upon the background of the sky... which is prudently seeking shelter here. "On the day." "It is the carriage-case." said the prisoner in his . Upon a sign from d'Artagnan. sharply to the prisoner. Athos always wished respect to be paid to fallen majesty. who have believed they had to do with the Devil." "Your advice is good. I will carry it out myself. In the middle of the gallery." As they were passing over the ramparts to a gallery of which d'Artagnan had the key. from his corner." And he sprang away quickly to join Athos. or rather. seemed to be angry looks launched by this unfortunate. with a voice so solemn and terrible that the governor trembled from head to foot. the sea rose with that rapid. instead of imprecations. they saw M. The fire of the heavens cast red reflections upon the polished surface." said Raoul. Monsieur." "Yes. it is not a boat. they saw pass gravely. flying off capriciously. which I threw into the sea after landing the prisoner. in order that no vestige of it may remain. who was returning with slow steps. and to breathe a sigh resembling a smothered roar. de Saint-Mars directing his steps towards the chamber inhabited by the prisoner. "there is a bark gaining the port rapidly. Something shapeless."on the day when you can place a date under these words. which altogether enveloped the whole of his head. Captain."a wrecked boat?" "No. "You will see. "Pardon me. I commit the baseness of writing to you." "Well. or the fishermen of Antibes." "Call me neither Monsieur nor Monseigneur. but let us go in. at six paces behind the governor. I die.. I see it. "It was I." "Yes. "What is that?" said Athos. appeared just off the coast. for the rain falls heavily. they concealed themselves in an angle of the staircase. to drink in thirstily the hot rain. "if you will take my advice. "You will give her these tablets. "You know that is the order. pointing to the last sentence. "What is it?" said Athos. "Who spoke?" asked De Saint-Mars. and I will this night have it carried out. "Come on.it has run aground. and these reflections. the prisoner stopped for a moment to contemplate the infinite horizon. yes. for he already became uneasy at seeing him look so long beyond the walls. will endeavor to prove that your prisoner was but a man. Look! the prisoner is returning from chapel. the ill-humor of the element became a tempest. The prisoner turned round. "Monsieur." said Bragelonne." replied d'Artagnan. you will burn it. Athos. d'Artagnan. and tossed about violently by the waves."To procure the happiness of once more telling you that I love you. will you not?" "When?" asked the latter." said d'Artagnan." said Athos. but that which Athos points to in the sand is not a boat at all. showing himself promptly.

D'Artagnan parted from his friends that same night. "So then you must leave us?" replied the latter. On opening it. I recommend him to your care. with an expression of tender regret. pointing out to Raoul the chamber inhabited by the Prince. Marguerite together. you will hold both our souls in your hands. d'Artagnan. Before getting on horseback. seeing that Raoul is old enough now to go alone with M. and join me at the Louvre. de Beaufort. "thanks for that offer. "That is truly an unfortunate man!" murmured the musketeer. Something warns me that Raoul will require being supported by you in his rank." "There is the end of my exile!" cried the musketeer with joy. in a voice that penetrated to the very soul of Raoul. we cannot too soon be at a distance from this fort. "Yes." said he. which would give us more than we wish. after having seen fire set to the carriage-case upon the shore by the orders of De Saint-Mars. d'Artagnan recognized the writing of the King: "I should think. dear friend. You are his best friend. I. and I will take you with me. d'Artagnan." said Louis XIV. but to meet again. and will prefer that his father should go back in company with M." "I must go. and from the spectacle which saddened us so just now. dear friend. "No. but we will. my horse is all in a fret." "M. "you too much resemble two soldiers who are abandoning their post. at least. In watching over him. and after leaving the arms of Athos. came to Ste. my friend." The three friends quitted the little isle. and which appeared so eager to gain the port. M. when one of the soldiers of the fort came to inform him that the governor was seeking for him. "Come. how many days longer has Raoul to stay here?" "Three days at most. "I will never quit Raoul till the day his vessel shall have disappeared on the horizon. pressing his hand with emotion. and the iron door creaked after him. Count. either Monsieur the Count or I. Take advantage of the bark which will convey me back to Antibes. Raoul?" "Certainly." said d'Artagnan. Chapter LXI: Promises SCARCELY had d'Artagnan re-entered his apartment with his two friends." stammered the latter. in a hollow whisper. Will you allow me to ask permission to go over into Africa with a hundred good muskets? The King will not refuse me. in a melancholy tone. Marguerite with an important despatch for the captain of the Musketeers." "With all my heart. with whom the most manifest sign of a lively emotion was the change of ideas in a conversation. after paying their respects to the governor. "My friends. he shall not be separated from me. The bark which Raoul had perceived at sea. Monsieur the Count wants the profoundest repose. "God be praised. stand in need of labor of mind and fatigue of body. according to the advice the captain had given him." interrupted Athos. I am no longer a jailer!" and he showed the letter to Athos. no." . rather than that he should travel two hundred leagues solitarily to reach home at La Fere. d'Artagnan." "As you please. "that you must have completed the execution of my orders. leave Ste.turn. return then immediately to Paris. As long as he remains in France. "call me ACCURSED!" He passed on. and by the last flashes of the departing tempest they took their farewell of the white walls of the fort." replied Raoul. would you not. who am young.

and the captain. embracing him. the noise of neighing horses. after his supper. This scene had taken place in front of the house chosen by Athos. which Raoul held. the wives and friends of the fishermen and smugglers impressed into the service of the fleet. it would not be prudent to make them travel more than seven or eight leagues a day. to take them home fresh. and if you are diligent. Then. a considerable time. but I wish to purchase two animals of a superior kind. as the swiftness of everything increases which moves towards the gulf of eternity. never to come back again. making up for lost time. The road began there. Artillery. the drummers signalized their strength. he assured himself of the health and soundness of every horse. and at first believed it to be one of those singular echoes which deceive the ear at every turn in a road. boastful. well. and extended white and undulating in the vapors of the night. superintending the embarkation with the zeal and interest of a good captain. had set out. and hostelry life does not become a man like you. D'Artagnan put him into a trot." "And why so. but it was really the return of the horseman. which remained for the father and the son to live together. baggage. and egotistical in his hotel. The time. and I have left him to sleep. All at once they heard the rapid approach of a horse's steps. His horse made a movement which divided the cavalier from his friends. as he got into his saddle. "alas! alas!" "Evil presage!" on his side said d'Artagnan to himself. "Alas!" said the count. then. He examined the equipment of every soldier. dear Athos. The flotilla." "That is. He encouraged even the most humble of his companions. He held them long embraced thus. as rapidly as he had come back. "Farewell!" said d'Artagnan. springing to the ground like a young man. The horse eagerly inhaled the salt sharp perfume of the marshes. "I could not smile upon them. An evil presage!" The next day Grimaud was on foot again. he put his foot in the stirrup. Time will travel too fast of itself to require me to aid it by distance. "I shall not like the idea of being separated too quickly from Raoul. whither d'Artagnan. he scolded his lieutenants. sent to Toulon by the exertions of Raoul. "Till we meet again. near the gates of Antibes. with a sharp application of his spurs to the sides of his fiery horse." d'Artagnan suffered to escape him. even those of the highest rank. Athos and Raoul returned to Toulon."And how long will it take you to reach home?" "Oh. in a low voice. without speaking a word. he set off again..he insisted upon seeing all himself. seized within his arms the two beloved forms of Athos and Raoul. the gentleman . my friend? Nothing is more dull than travelling slowly. servants. and Athos and Raoul sadly turned towards the house. appeared to have doubled the rapidity of its flight. which place began to be filled with the noise of carriages. had ordered his horses to be brought. Now. de Beaufort was happily accomplished. The Duc de Beaufort was everywhere. I shall embrace you the sooner." So saying. The service commanded by M. the noise of arms. dragging after it in little nutshells almost invisible. The trumpeters sounded their spirited marches. They uttered a cry of joyous surprise." replied Athos. I shall only make half-stages." "My friend. so short. provisions. or suffering the sigh which was bursting his breast to escape him." "Where is Grimaud?" "He arrived yesterday morning with Raoul's appointments. "Farewell!" said the young man. I came hither on post-horses. the streets were overflowing with soldiers. It was plain that light. and tradespeople.

became the soldier again. And yet it must be admitted that whatever was the care with which he presided over the preparations for departure. under a pretext of the service. but they." resumed the count. "but I believe in the times in which you live men are more engaged in their own interests and their own pleasures than they were in our times. Athos had seated himself with his son upon the moss. spread out like a silver sheet upon the blue carpet of the sea.. All things having satisfied. and the absence of all the precaution which makes the French soldier the first soldier in the world." said Raoul. caressing with its light the neighboring peaks. when the watery mirror was illumined to its full extent. Everything likes to live. de Guiche is an agreeable companion." "A friend!" cried Raoul. Monsieur. which are worn out in ploughing the waves. Raoul. rejoicing in the largesses of the admiral. The sailors. opened beneath the hulls of the barks which transported the baggage and munitions. He invited the count and his son to dine with him. Gaining their hostelry. and from every oar dropped liquid diamonds. every dip of the prow ploughed up this gulf of white flames. These harmonies and this spectacle oppress the heart like fear. and all is beautiful in living things. and embraces a liquid horizon which appears. and moreover he loves me. "we have before us a beautiful spectacle!" "How good d'Artagnan is!" interrupted Athos. but I have lived under the guard . as it always is in these happy climates. more weaned from these delicate abstractions which constitute your joy. Athos collected all his ideas and all his courage. and said. "God has made all that we see. and that that friend is M. Guiche.vast gray mountains." "I have not interrupted you. the high noble a captain. on a level with the rocks themselves. All this life speaks of death. and dilate it like hope. loaded with phosphoric light. to tell you that I had a friend. as the breath of God blows us towards a port. he paid his compliments to Raoul. were heard murmuring their slow and artless songs. and hung in that void which engenders vertigo and incites to self-destruction. we sigh like those waves. You have sought a secluded life." "Monsieur. we suffer like those great ships.we found in ourselves much greater powers of resistance when misfortune came. in obeying the wind which urges them towards an end. or appearing to have satisfied. situated under the trees of the great place. among the brambles of the promontory. Sometimes the grinding of the chains was mixed with the dull noise of shot falling into the holds.poor atoms mixed up with this great universe. they took their repast in haste. rising behind the rocks. We shine like those fires and those stars. that is a great happiness. When the moon had risen to its full height. suddenly. The sea. The feet of Raoul were across the edge of the cliff. because he is the one most abandoned to his own physical and moral resources. so remote is it.. Raoul. "and what a rare good fortune it is to be supported during a whole life by such a friend as he is! That is what you have wanted. "I have wanted a friend!" "M. and the little red fires had made their openings in the black masses of every ship. Certainly he is good and generous. whence the view is infinite. coldly.. Around their heads passed and repassed large bats. and Athos led Raoul to the rocks which command the city. The moon. We four. In the roadsteads manoeuvred silently the vessels which had just taken their places to facilitate the embarkation. it was easy to perceive careless precipitation. but you have lost your strength in it. in face of the responsibility he had accepted. the admiral. The night was fine. he has made us also. Raoul. kept themselves apart. carried along in the fearful whirl of their blind chase. and gave the last orders for sailing the next morning at daybreak.

that fever! King Saint-Louis prayed God to send him an arrow or the plague. which took possession of me at the time when children have only inclinations. will it not?" "Certainly. it is not you who have made me what I am. I have no reproach to make against life. before that time. Monsieur.of another friendship. the consolation of not seeing my race extinct. dissipated. then. he who falls in it meets with but little pity. I believed myself to be vigilant and strong. I will hence. Monsieur." "I have not been a friend for you. have died uselessly. it is the constancy natural to my character. so that at this moment I repent not having made of you a more expansive. they prove to me that you will act a little for me in the time that is to come. which with other creatures is but a habit. I have only received one scratch. Do you clearly understand what I am saying to you. instead of living moderately upon my income. not your father. indeed. ambuscades. animated man. I believed that I should always be as I was. and we Frenchmen ought not to allow stupid infidels to triumph over our mistakes. that your duty as aide-de-camp should lead you into too hazardous enterprises." "I will do all you shall command. because. when you come back. de Beaufort a promise that his . and I have very good fortune.for such an expedition cannot be of long duration. Monsieur! you are nothing in my past but a happiness. I hope. wishing to do so.and you will give me. what I have never hitherto done with respect to you." "I shall act only for you." said Raoul.it is love. the conqueror laughs. I thought God had cast me in a path quite cleared. with a smile which chilled the heart of his poor father. as precious and as strong as that of which you speak: your own. Raoul? God forbid I should encourage you to avoid encounters!" "I am naturally prudent. It is quite true that I wrecked myself. They who are not pitied. Often. Remember that war with the Arabs is a war of snares. I had watching over me your vigilance and your strength. with due exercise-" "I have already obtained from M." "Soon. and that will be soon." said Athos. quite straight. I fell once." "There is never much glory in falling in an ambuscade. Monsieur. I will be your friend. much agitated. that is an ugly end. No. it will suffice for launching you into the world till my death." "My dear Raoul. you are nothing in my future but a hope! No. no. Monsieur! with sobriety. bordered with fruits and flowers. rather than the fever. We will live in expanding ourselves. You have gone through your ordeal." "Oh. soon. Nothing prepared me. you are known to be good under fire. instead of living and holding ourselves prisoners. and I love you ardently. "Eh. Oh. and assassinations." said Athos. "the climate to be dreaded. Monsieur." "So it is said. "for." said Raoul... "in twenty combats in which I have been. Monsieur. Monsieur! and in what respect not?" "Because I have given you reason to think that life has but one face. forward do. such as you made it for me. Still further." "Raoul. I bless you. God knows." "I know why you say that. It is a death which always implies some rashness or want of foresight. I will give you the capital of my estates." the young man hastened to add. sad and severe. Raoul. alas! I have always cut off for youwithout. "It is not necessary. Monsieur. Raoul. Raoul." "There is in addition. Raoul. and that once deprived me of courage for the whole of my life.. your words do me good.the joyous buds which incessantly spring from the tree of youth.

At the end of the plateau which Athos and Bragelonne were quitting. Whenever you may be sad." said Raoul. "I should. as you are a good Christian. with one hand stretched out over my head. and will be sure not to forget me?" "No. Promise me that if anything evil should happen to you on any occasion. by an inclination of the head. have you not?" "Alone?" said Grimaud." replied the latter." said Raoul. and the clarions filled the air with their inspiring notes. I swear. "you cannot leave Monsieur the Count thus alone. During my early youth I saw you in my dreams.formerly. "and you are not prepared. as in a vast ant-hill." said the count. who in his anxiety had tracked his master. and led him back to the city. Monsieur! "And will call upon me?" "Instantly. be assured you will send me. a ray of your joy. you!" cried Raoul. It was Grimaud. where burdens and porters were already in motion." "You dream of me sometimes. and held him embraced with all the power of his heart. "what do you want? You have come to tell us it is time to go. no." "I will not promise you to be joyous. with an inexpressible depth of feeling and intelligence." again objected Raoul. You. Monsieur. we ought to reckon upon a more special protection of God and his guardian angels. The regiments destined for the . he threw his arm round the neck of his son. Raoul shall not go alone. showing the keys of his trunks. Monsieur. "But." replied the young man. "Alas!" said Athos. you are right!" cried the count. and I am one also. which showed to what an extent the old man was troubled." said Athos. and when you smile on thinking of me. Athos threw his cloak over the shoulders of Raoul. "Oh. mixed with those of his young master.despatches shall be sent off every fort-night to France. I feel that my heart will be drowned in sadness. "you are very old." "Yes." said Grimaud. my good Grimaud.. almost choked with emotion. "Oh. as if in indecision or ashamed to be seen. and was waiting for him. some friendly heart to recall to him all he loved!" "I?" said Grimaud." cried Raoul. "but you may be certain that I will never pass an hour without thinking of you. yes. Raoul. will be charged with expediting them.Monsieur the Count whom you have never quitted?" Grimaud turned his dimmed eyes upon Athos and Raoul. as his aide-de-camp. unless I be dead. The moon began to be now eclipsed by twilight. calm and mild. and that it was that made me sleep so soundly." "So much the better. At that moment the drums suddenly rolled. not one hour. and will dwell wherever we may dwell. they saw a dark shadow moving backwards and forwards. "Monsieur the Count will prefer my going. touched to his inmost heart. he shall not be left alone in a strange land without some friendly hand to support him. "Besides. "But the embarkation has begun. "that from this moment in which we separate a portion of both our souls will travel with one and the other of us. Raoul?" "Every night." said Grimaud." Athos could contain himself no longer. "You? yes. and pointing to Raoul in a tone of reproach. you will think of me at once. "No." "We love each other so dearly. do you not." "First and at once! Oh. from however remote a distance. my good Grimaud. a golden band mounted on the horizon announcing the approach of day. addressing Athos. Raoul. as if to measure the strength of both. The count uttered not a word.

"an aide-decamp ought not thus to quit his general. The ordonnance colors.expedition began to march out from the city. Raoul with Athos turned his steps slowly towards the beach. An officer came quickly towards them to inform Raoul that M. a supreme moment. to both father and son that they were proceeding to a scene of torture. you must not reckon upon either pay or largesses. Raoul. faced with blue. absorbed in melancholy meditation. followed after." said he. "you will gain a good half-hour.that at which on quitting the sands of the shore the soldiers and sailors exchanged the last kisses with their families and friends. and Royal Vaisseau. mounted upon a magnificent white genet. spend them. Musketeers at the wings." "No. It seemed. as you are not actually in the service of the King or of M. de Beaufort had known well how to select his troops. Athos. M. with its fleurdelisee cross.. if you would please me. that the viscount will join him immediately." Athos carefully brushed the dust off his son's coat. to dominate over the whole. Navarre. no. with his arm passed through that of the son he was about to lose. left the white-colored flag." said Athos." added the count." Raoul pressed the hand of his father. "you want money. in which. It was customary for the admiral and his suite to embark last. marched gayly towards the transports." said Raoul. and I am certain it will be agreeable to you to purchase horses and arms. everything created doubts of a God. forgetful of both the admiral and the fleet. Monsieur. which carried them in detail to the ships. which are very dear things in Africa. and the rich life that was circulating in their veins. very much affected. de Beaufort's train will be splendid. de Beaufort desired to have him by his side. "it is no less a separation. Here are two hundred pistoles. and passed his hand over his hair as they walked along. with a sprinkling of golden fleurs-de-lis. but I should not like you to want for anything at Djidgelli. violet and dead leaf. fourteen feet in length. and at the turning of a street they saw M. everything appeared black. Grimaud. the perfumes of the air. "But. however." The officer set off at a gallop. superintended the embarkation of Raoul's baggage in the admiral's vessel. distinguished by their white uniform. Raoul. and of his own dignity as a strong man. and pikemen in the centre. Normandy. in order to take his place when the prince embarked. notwithstanding the clearness of the heaven. which replied by graceful curvets to the applause of the women of the city. The duke called Raoul and held out his hand to the count. each composed of forty companies. de Beaufort. acting with the ardor of a young man. "Whether we part here or part there. was deaf to the noise around him. Please to tell the prince. Athos. "that I request he will allow me this hour to enjoy the company of my father. it would take him a full hour to reach the sea. with their forked sticks in their hands and their muskets on their shoulders. and are simply a volunteer. They advanced to the number of five. The regiments of Picardy. There was a terrible moment. and pressed him convulsively to his heart. de Beaufort. everything appeared bitter. quartered crosswise. opened his arms to his son. with their lances. Now. speaking to him for some time with such a kindly expression that the heart of the poor father felt a little comforted." said the duke." . Royals marched first. the warmth of the sun. even while speaking by the mouth of God. "Have the kindness to tell the prince. M. He himself was seen closing the march with his staff. "Accompany us on board. the cannon waited to announce with its formidable voice that the leader had placed his foot on board his vessel.

from pale to white. in vain did the noise deafen the ear of the father. and Athos returned painfully and slowly to his hostelry. Chapter LXII: Among Women D'ARTAGNAN had not been able to hide his feelings from his friends so much as he would have wished. and pushed it off with a vigorous foot. we must travel thirty leagues a day. Viscount. embark. responded to by immense acclamations from the shore. And from that moment. overcome by fear and presentiments." "At your pleasure. the impassible man-at-arms. he saw him lean upon the rail of the deck. Athos saw his son ascend the ladder of the admiral's ship. He asked himself why the King had recalled him. Athos seated himself on the pier. loves nothing but remembrances. and the imperceptible atom. whose hearts were bursting. And paternally. turning towards his lackey. and the smoke obscure the cherished object of all his aspirations. This kiss given. Towards mid-day. very much as Porthos might have done. the reply was only of a negative character.in one same look. he still further knew that Louis XIV must experience an imperious want of a private conversation with one whom the possession of such a secret placed on a level with the highest powers of the kingdom.embark quickly!" added the prince. I do not wish to speak a second. Grimaud jumped from the step of the pier upon the stem of a two-oared yawl. his mouth open." said he. He himself. deaf." replied Rabaud. This was the smoke of a cannon. accommodating his action to the pace of his horse. aerial shadow rise and vanish as soon as seen. Raoul appeared to him up to the last moment.. a silent servant. in one same thought. from white to nothing. he took Raoul in his arms and placed him in the boat.. when the sun devoured space. tenderly. had yielded for a few minutes to human weakness."No. and scarcely the tops of the masts dominated the incandescent line of the sea. his eyes fixed. about everything. d'Artagnan. why the Iron Mask had thrown the silver plate at the feet of Raoul.the last farewell of the faithful servant. which had just been taken in tow by a chaland served by twelve galley-oars. which M. at a signal. In vain the cannon thundered. abandoned.. He knew right well that the King's calling him was from necessity. With his arms hanging down. always listening in order to obey the more promptly. he remained confounded with Raoul. The stoical soldier. stunned. "my farewell is spoken. it was the respectful kiss of Grimaud. employed his thoughts about nothing." said Athos. "mind. "Rabaud. immediately were dipped in the waves. jumped into his boat. As to the first subject. the oars of which. in one same stupor. Athos perceived a soft. but as to saying exactly what the King's wish ." "Then.. Captain. The point was buried in its turn beneath the sky. wishing to spare the tears of these two men. but he felt something burning on his hand. from all the eyes of the spectators. Every instant took from him one of the features.that is to say. one of the shades of the pale face of his son. and place himself in such a manner as to be always an object in the eye of his father. like a true centaur. disappeared from the view of Athos very long after. passing from black to pale. forgetful of ceremony. de Beaufort ordered to be fired as a last salute to the coast of France. When therefore he had silenced his heart and calmed the agitation of his nerves. The sea by degrees carried away boats and faces to that distance at which men become nothing but points. in vain from the ship sounded a long and loud tumult. had disappeared both gallant ships and swelling sails. Athos replied only by a sign. "Adieu!" cried Raoul.

D'Artagnan. that Monsieur the King's brother was exhibiting a devotional turn. imprisoned. and as the King called for his man of execution in the hours of vengeance and malice. fresh and tender in his muscles as the athlete preparing for the gymnasium. razed to the very stones. the good..a genius of craft and intrigue. at the moment of reaching the goal. The King did not expect him so soon. Sometimes when ascending hills.was d'Artagnan found himself completely at a loss. deprived even of the society of d'Artagnan. as people say. Colbert was radiant. Philippe. D'Artagnan passed from these considerations to the remembrance of the proscribed Porthos and Aramis. and in arming himself against all ill-chances. d'Artagnan trembled at the idea of receiving some commission that would make his very heart bleed. D'Artagnan. alighted from his horse in Paris. in the belief that his revelations would raise an avenger for him. de Guiche had gone to one of his estates. and heaved his flanks. the air of the house. Generous in spirit. he poured himself forth in complaints. and waited till his Majesty should return dusty and tired. and cunning. the destiny which had so strangely brought Athos to participate in the great state secret. the captain. ruined. Aramis had taken the good things of this life only as steppingstones to rise to bad ones.had nothing more to look forward to than spectres and griefs in this world.these were so many poignant griefs for d'Artagnan.all this threw d'Artagnan incessantly back to lamentable predictions and forebodings which the rapidity of his pace did not dissipate. the obscurity of that future which threatened to end in a melancholy death. fugitives. The manner in which the musketeer had been near killing his two best friends. gallant. instead of riding after the King. the farewell of Raoul. he had made a false step upon a plank. The musketeer had no longer any doubt as to the reason which had urged the unfortunate Philippe to reveal his character and his birth. and every time that one of these griefs struck him he bounded like a horse at the sting of the gadfly beneath the vaults of foliage where he has sought shade and shelter from the burning sun. He learned that the King during the last fortnight had been gloomy. and that M. that the Queen-Mother was ill and much depressed. riding fast. who had loaded him with honors and delicate attentions. that Madame had the vapors. He learned that M.. never did the man healthy of body fail to find life light if he had something to engage his mind. hidden forever beneath a mask of iron. and that his principal . dishonored even to the timber. reflected upon the prodigious genius of Aramis. to see Pierrefonds. and had fallen into the sea. priest. had a bath. avaricious. left to more freedom of thought. and had just departed for the chase towards Meudon. and despair beginning to devour him. to see Mousqueton without gold lace. exiled to a country where the men seemed little more than slaves of the elements. He occupied the interval of five hours in taking. as he would formerly have done. Never was the man of spirit subjected to ennui if his body was exposed to fatigue.. as it used formerly to do. of which the Fronde and the civil war had produced but two similar examples. He saw them both. tracked. Towards the end of his career. perhaps. Soldier. and diplomatist. like the patrician Fiesco. always thinking. But Porthos.laborious architects of a fortune they must lose. if not high in heart. took off his boots. he never did ill but for the sake of shining a little more brilliantly. Fouquet consulted a fresh physician every day who still did not cure him. Bracieux.. that M. simple Porthos! To see Porthos hungry. Philippe. when the winded horse breathed hard from his nostrils.

and did not allow him to be ever out of his sight. . D'Artagnan found La Valliere the centre of a circle. no longer verses. was the sun. de Beaufort is at this moment embarking for Algiers. or at least consolation for Raoul. as the poetical Pleiad of the day said. In her apparent solitude the King's favorite received like a queen. ladies. touched to the heart. Those were times in which everybody traveled.an homage of which Madame had been so proud when all the King's looks were directed to her. This set all the ladies laughing. aide-de-camp in perpetuity. but in which. of that desponding letter destined for a woman who passed her life in hoping. "From Malta?" said Montalais. was life. and commanded the looks of the courtiers. wrote to her frequently.. prose. to the delight and astonishment of the curious from the King's balcony? He replied that he had just come from the land of oranges. while the King was hunting. as a brave man always is. but. behaved in the kindest manner to M."from Spain?" "Eh. notwithstanding. He was polite. in the state of heart in which he had left him. they opened the attack by questions. D'Artagnan. "Mademoiselle. Louise might give him grounds for writing a consolatory letter to the poor exile.that sun of court trees. the maids of honor immediately accosted him. the first King in the world was seen descending from his horse with an ardor beyond compare. what was still much worse. During this time deer and pheasants were left to the free enjoyments of their nature. like one of those fine trees which a worm has punctured. if he did not take her with him. in spite of the royal smile. carried to La Valliere at the risk of foundering his horses. Fouquet. d'Artagnan was told. a journey of a hundred leagues was an undertaking resulting often in death. Thus. "Ma foi! you are coming very near. was declining daily. the art of venery ran great risk of degenerating at the court of France. and as d'Artagnan was inclined to philosophize. and on the crown of his hat scrawling bombastic phrases. On seeing him enter. therefore. it was said. but the superintendent. The King.and that whole pages at a time. which M. during his sporting excursions." "Have you seen the army?" asked several warlike fair ones. D'Artagnan then thought of the wishes of poor Raoul. exactly where the captain of the Musketeers had some guards to inspect. eh!" said the musketeer. D'Artagnan did not doubt that if he could but open the conversation upon Raoul. received nevertheless civilities and attentions from the ladies. and hope.. This was a very easy affair. although no squire of dames. I come from the country where M.more perhaps than the Queen. "I will not give you the trouble of seeking any farther. D'Artagnan learned that Mademoiselle de la Valliere had become indispensable to the King.hunted so lazily that. "'From the land of oranges'?" cried Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente." "Is it an island?" asked La Valliere. He directed his course therefore to the spot where he knew he should find Mademoiselle de la Valliere." said d'Artagnan. he resolved to profit by the absence of the King to have a minute's talk with Mademoiselle de la Valliere. to two men who were very dear to our captain. and his terrible reputation had gained him as much friendship among the men as admiration among the women. that the King. de Saint-Aignan.. Louise was walking with some other ladies in one of the galleries of the Palais-Royal.complaint was one which physicians do not usually cure unless they are political physicians. Where had he been? What had he been doing? Why had they not seen him as usual make his fine horse curvet in such beautiful style.

"And the fleet?" "Yes. but in vain. poor fellow!" A profound silence followed these words. M. de Bragelonne!" cried the perfidious Athenais." Some of the ladies laughed. The actual sin is sending poor Bragelonne to the wars. "he will make amends for his loss. supporting Louise on his arm." "Yellow!" exclaimed the bevy of fair beauties. "Eh. it is much better to cast him off. Louise." said Athenais. "When we know we cannot constitute the happiness of a man. But making La Valliere pale did not satisfy Athenais. there were M. "you will have killed him." said she. "And if he dies.I saw everything. "the poor young man was affianced to you.he?" Montalais trod upon her toe. "Eh." Louise pressed her hand over her icy brow. M. coldly." replied he.. it is true. Montalais coughed loud enough to waken the dead. "Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente has just expressed. he loved you. you cast him off." "So much the better for M. with persistent malice. she determined to make her blush likewise." "Well. "You wished to speak with me. and d'Artagnan had time to reflect that women. that all the men who go to this war are desperate. de Bragelonne-" La Valliere became pale. d'Artagnan. Mademoiselle." "Cast him off! refuse him!. "you are in error when you speak of black women at Djidgelli." replied d'Artagnan." Louise. "What had you to say to me?" D'Artagnan made several steps along the gallery. but still in its entirety." She uttered a faint cry." said she. "that that is a great sin on your conscience?" "W