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"'Castrametation'?" "Yes, that's it, but I never could recollect it." "All the better. What more did he ask you?" "Who M. Getard was." "Next?" "Who M. Jupenet was." "He did not happen to see our plan of fortifications, did he?" "Yes." "The devil he did!" "But don't be alarmed, I had rubbed out your writing with India-rubber.
"Do me the pleasure to tell me the name of that gentleman who is walking yonder." "Where, there?" "Behind the soldiers." "Followed by a lackey?" "Exactly." "In company with a mean sort of fellow, dressed in black?" "Yes, I mean him." "That is M. Getard." "And who is Getard, my friend?" "He is the architect of the house." "Of what house?" "Of M. Fouquet's house."
He had met Du Vallon, who was going away, and who, being unwilling to disturb anybody at the palace, had charged him to tell me that, fearing M. Getard would play him some ill turn in his absence, he was going to take advantage of the morning tide to make a tour of Belle-Isle." "But tell me, Goliath has not crossed the four leagues of sea, I should think." "There are full six," said Aramis.
"Do me the pleasure to tell me the name of that gentleman who is walking yonder." "Where, there?" "Behind the soldiers." "Followed by a lackey?" "Exactly." "In company with a mean sort of a fellow, dressed in black?" "Yes, I mean him." "That is M. Getard." "And who is Getard, my friend?" "He is the architect of the house." "Of what house?" "Of M. Fouquet's house."
"Are you sure of that, Porthos?" "Parbleu!" "It is impossible. Recollect yourself." "He asked me what I was doing, and I told him studying topography. I would have made use of another word which you employed one day." "'Castrametation'?" "Yes, that's it; but I never could recollect it." "All the better. What more did he ask you?" "Who M. Getard was." "Next?" "Who M. Jupenet was."
"And now," said D'Artagnan, "that shabby-looking man, who accompanies M. Getard, is he also of the household of M. Fouquet?" "Oh! yes," said Porthos, with contempt; "it is one M. Jupenet, or Juponet, a sort of poet." "Who is come to establish himself here?" "I believe so." "I thought M. Fouquet had poets enough, yonder Scudery, Loret, Pellisson, La Fontaine?
"And now," said D'Artagnan, "that shabby-looking man, who accompanies M. Getard, is he also of the household of M. Fouquet?" "Oh! yes," said Porthos, with contempt; "it is one M. Jupenet, or Juponet, a sort of poet." "Who is come to establish himself here?" "I believe so." "I thought M. Fouquet had poets enough, yonder Scudery, Loret, Pelisson, La Fontaine?
If, when this gentleman is walking with a ruler in his hand, any one should ask me, 'who is M. Boulingrin? I should reply: 'He is the architect of the house. Well! M. Getard is the Boulingrin of M. Fouquet. But he has nothing to do with the fortifications, which are my department alone; do you understand? mine, absolutely mine." "Ah!
He had met Du Vallon, who was going away, and who being unwilling to disturb anybody at the palace, had charged him to tell me that, fearing M. Getard would play him some ill turn in his absence, he was going to take advantage of the morning tide to make a tour to Belle-Isle." "But tell me, Goliath has not crossed the four leagues of sea, I should think." "There are full six," said Aramis.
If, when this gentleman is walking with a ruler in his hand, any one should ask me, 'Who is M. Boulingrin? I should reply: 'He is the architect of the house. Well! M. Getard is the Boulingrin of M. Fouquet. But he has nothing to do with the fortifications, which are my department alone; do you understand? mine, absolutely mine." "Ah!
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