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The musketeer sifted all he possibly could out of the host, whom he found cunning, mistrustful, and devoted, body and soul, to M. Fouquet. In order not to awaken the suspicions of this man, he carried on his fable of being a probable purchaser of some salt-mines.
The King has promised him all possible consideration; he has even embraced him tenderly, an action which is almost equivalent to a "declaration of degree" made to the Parliament. The other child alleged to the King is that handsome musketeer, who is so like him.
Next to him, that dandy, who is talking with a gentleman whose beard, though he is a judge of the Supreme Court, might grace the chin of a musketeer, is a wealthy banker's son.
Presently a slender, elegant youth in the garb of a grey musketeer approached. "Your name, Monsieur, if you please," he said, scanning the list of invited guests. "I am one of those who pass without the interrogatory." The voice was hoarse, affectedly so; and this roused the Chevalier's suspicions.
Two servants were placed at his command. "To-morrow, at eight o'clock," said he, taking leave of D'Artagnan, "we will take, if agreeable to you, a ride on horseback with Porthos." "At eight o'clock!" said D'Artagnan, "so late?" "You know that I require seven hours, sleep." said Aramis. "That is true." "Good-night, dear friend!" And he embraced the musketeer cordially.
So extreme was his surprise that he could hardly refrain from uttering a loud exclamation. "Aramis!" he said. "Good morning, dear D'Artagnan," replied the prelate, coldly. "You here!" stammered out the musketeer. "His majesty desires you to report that he is still sleeping, after having been greatly fatigued during the whole night."
I am well served, you may perceive." "Yes, sire," murmured the musketeer, "you were the only man whose star was equal to the task of dominating the fortune and strength of my two friends. You have used your power, sire, you will not abuse it, will you?"
D'Artagnan took out the parcel which he had desired Bernouin to place under the seat. It may be remembered that it was the hat and cloak belonging to Monsieur de Gondy's coachman. He placed the cloak on his shoulders and the hat on his head, whilst the musketeer got off the box. "Sir," said D'Artagnan, "you will go and release your companion, who is guarding the coachman.
On what was d'Artagnan thinking, that he strayed thus from his path, gazing at the stars of heaven, and sometimes sighing, sometimes smiling? He was thinking of Mme. Bonacieux. For an apprentice Musketeer the young woman was almost an ideal of love.
The musketeer did to the bishop precisely as the bishop had done to Porthos he tapped him on the shoulder. Evidently Aramis pretended to sleep; for, instead of waking suddenly, he who slept so lightly required a repetition of the summons. "Ah! ah! is that you?" said he, stretching his arms. "What an agreeable surprise! Ma foi! Sleep had made me forget I had the happiness to possess you.
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