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"By no means, dear Monsieur Percerin, above all if I ask you," said a mild voice at the door, a silvery voice which made D'Artagnan prick up his ears. It was the voice of Aramis. "Monsieur d'Herblay!" cried the tailor. "Aramis," murmured D'Artagnan. "Ah! our bishop!" said Porthos. "Good morning, D'Artagnan; good morning, Porthos; good-morning, my dear friends," said Aramis.
And Planchet, with Aramis behind him, set off at full gallop, followed by D'Artagnan, who began to think he was in the merry maze of some fantastic dream. The Abbe D'Herblay. At the extremity of the village Planchet turned to the left in obedience to the orders of Aramis, and stopped underneath the window which had light in it. Aramis alighted and clapped his hands three times.
"D'Herblay, by our alliance, by our friendship, by everything you hold dearest in the world, speak openly, I implore you. By what means have you succeeded in overcoming Louis XIV.'s prejudices, for he did not like you, I am certain." "The king will like me now," said Aramis, laying stress upon the last word. "You have something particular, then, between you?" "Yes." "A secret, perhaps?"
"It was not in my time, M. d'Herblay." "But I should have thought that Louviere or Tremblay would have told you." "The secrets of the Bastile are never handed over with the keys of the governorship." "Indeed! Then the cause of his imprisonment is a mystery a state secret." "Oh no! I do not suppose it is a state secret, but a secret like everything else that happens at the Bastile."
Do you not see that your garrison of to-day will make you partisans at La Rochelle, Nantes, Bordeaux, Toulouse in short, wherever they may be sent to? Go to the king, monsieur; go; time flies, and D'Artagnan, while we are losing time, is flying, like an arrow, along the high-road." "Monsieur d'Herblay, you know that each word from you is a germ which fructifies in my thoughts.
"No," replied D'Artagnan; "I regret to see that we, hitherto united, are opposed to each other. Ah! nothing will ever go well with us hereafter!" "Oh, Heaven! No, all is over!" said Porthos. "Well, be on our side now," resumed Aramis. "Silence, D'Herblay!" cried Athos; "such proposals are not to be made to gentlemen such as these. 'Tis a matter of conscience with them, as with us."
M. d'Herblay spoke on my behalf to Louviere and Tremblay they objected; I wished to have the appointment very much, for I knew what it could be made to produce; in my distress I confided in M. d'Herblay, and he offered to become my surety for the different payments." "You astound me! Aramis became your surety?"
"Like a man of honor; he procured the signature; Tremblay and Louviere resigned their appointments, I have paid every year twenty-five thousand francs to these two gentlemen; on the thirty-first of May every year, M. d'Herblay himself comes to the Bastile, and brings me five thousand pistoles to distribute between my crocodiles." "You owe Aramis one hundred and fifty thousand francs, then?"
In the name of our friendship, do not deceive me." "The king has not said one word to me." "You are killing me with impatience, D'Herblay. Am I still superintendent?" "As long as you like." "But what extraordinary empire have you so suddenly acquired over his majesty's mind?" "Ah! that's the point." "He does your bidding?" "I believe so." "It is hardly credible." "So any one would say."
Do you not see that your garrison of today will make you partisans at La Rochelle, Nantes, Bordeaux, Toulouse in short, wherever they may be sent to? Go to the king, monsieur; go; time flies, and D'Artagnan, while we are losing time, is flying, like an arrow, along the high-road." "Monsieur d'Herblay, you know that each word from you is a germ which fructifies in my thoughts.
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