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"Ah! sir, 'tis this very coating of fat that makes me shiver." "How is that, Mousqueton? "Alas! your honor, in the library of the Chateau of Bracieux there are a lot of books of travels." "What then?" "Amongst them the voyages of Jean Mocquet in the time of Henry IV." "Well?"
And Porthos heaved another sigh. "But, first," interposed D'Artagnan, "you must present me to Madame du Vallon." A third sigh from Porthos. "I lost Madame du Vallon two years ago," he said, "and you find me still in affliction on that account. That was the reason why I left my Chateau du Vallon near Corbeil, and came to my estate, Bracieux.
"Yes, my lord, and from pure devotion to the cause, for Monsieur de Bracieux is rich." "Rich!" said Mazarin, whom that single word always inspired with a great respect. "Fifty thousand francs a year," said Porthos. These were the first words he had spoken. "From pure zeal?" resumed Mazarin, with his artful smile; "from pure zeal and devotion then?"
"I know that, sir; I have known that," said the queen, "a long time; therefore I am delighted to be able thus publicly to mark my gratitude and my esteem." "His name?" asked the queen. "De Bracieux de Pierrefonds," added Porthos. "These names are too numerous for me to remember them all, and I will content myself with the first," said the queen, graciously. Porthos bowed.
I haven't got any, except in my dungeons at Bracieux." "And you will please add," said Raoul, "that my last motive for considering myself insulted is, the existence of the portrait that M. de Saint-Aignan well knows." "Is it possible? A portrait, too! A change of residence, a trap-door, and a portrait!
"No: after having embraced Raoul, with whom I have appointed a meeting at my hotel, I shall set out immediately for La Fere." "Well, adieu, then, dear and true friend." "Au revoir! I should rather say, for why can you not come and live with me at Blois? You are free, you are rich, I shall purchase for you, if you like, a handsome estate in the vicinity of Cheverny or of Bracieux.
Can Porthos have negotiated for it with the Duc de Longueville?" "Faith!" exclaimed Planchet, "here's land in good condition; if it belongs to Monsieur Porthos I wish him joy." "Zounds!" cried D'Artagnan, "don't call him Porthos, nor even Vallon; call him De Bracieux or De Pierrefonds; thou wilt knell out damnation to my mission otherwise."
All the time he was committing these words to memory, the comte was engaged in undressing himself more completely. He had just taken off his coat, and was putting on his dressing-gown, when he was informed that Monsieur le Baron du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds was waiting to be received. "Eh!" he said, "what does that bunch of names mean? I don't know anything about him."
I cried out, 'Nobody but the Baron de Bracieux could have performed such a feat of strength. You heard me, you turned round, you recognized me, we embraced; and, ma foi! if you like, my dear friend, we will embrace again." "Ah! now all is explained," said Porthos; and he embraced D'Artagnan with so much friendship as to deprive the musketeer of his breath for five minutes.
"Good!" said D'Artagnan, rising and brushing his knees; "now I have thee thou art a Frondeur and the lover of Madame de Longueville." Monsieur Porthos du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds.
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