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"As Pierrefonds belongs to me?" "I told you I believed so; there are no two words to that." "Did you ever see a man there who is accustomed to walk about with a ruler in his hand?" "No; but I might have seen him there, if he really walked there." "Well, that gentleman is M. Boulingrin." "Who is M. Boulingrin?" "Now, we are coming to it.
He had had the sudden idea, so as to contrive to visit Compiegne and Pierrefonds without letting it be supposed that his object was to meet Odette, of securing an invitation from one of his friends, the Marquis de Forestelle, who had a country house in that neighbourhood. Swann imagined himself down there already with M. de Forestelle.
Mousqueton was, however, somewhat consoled by D'Artagnan, who the next day told him that in all probability war would always be carried on in the heart of Paris and within reach of the Chateau du Vallon, which was near Corbeil, or Bracieux, which was near Melun, and of Pierrefonds, which was between Compiegne and Villars-Cotterets. "But formerly it appears," began Mousqueton timidly.
"Ah! ah!" cried D'Artagnan, "you are of the household of M. Fouquet, then, Porthos?" "I! what do you mean by that?" said the topographer, blushing to the top of his ears. "Why, you say the house, when speaking of Belle-Isle, as if you were speaking of the chateau of Pierrefonds." Porthos bit his lips. "Belle-Isle, my friend," said he, "belongs to M. Fouquet, does it not?" "Yes, I believe so."
A considerable number of clowns were assembled and rendered homage to their lord. "Ah!" said D'Artagnan to himself, "can this be the Seigneur du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds? Well-a-day! how he has shrunk since he gave up the name of Porthos!" "This cannot be Monsieur Porthos," observed Planchet replying, as it were, to his master's thoughts.
However," he added, turning to Porthos, "I should not regret dying, sir, were I sure that by doing so I might still be useful to you." "Mouston," replied Porthos, much affected, "should we ever see my castle of Pierrefonds again you shall have as your own and for your descendants the vineyard that surrounds the farm."
The Duke having departed, the English Earls had far less heart for the leaguer; I know not well wherefore, but now, at least, was seen the truth of that proverb concerning the "eye of the master." The bastille, too, which our enemies had made to prevent us from going out by our Pierrefonds Gate on the landward side, was negligently built, and of no great strength.
"Without doubt," continued D'Artagnan, unwilling to give his friend time to recollect himself, "I have been to see you at Pierrefonds." "Indeed!" "Yes." "And you did not find me there?" "No, but I found Mouston." "Is he well?" "Peste!" "Well, but Mouston did not tell you I was here." "Why should he not Have I, perchance, deserved to lose his confidence?" "No, but he did not know it."
So far, however, from any of these noble ladies being banished to the Isle of Seriphos, they seemed as much attached to the court as the court to them; and whatever the Roman Emperor might have done, the Emperor of the French was all that was most indulgent. There were two days' shooting, one day's stag hunting, an expedition to Pierrefonds, and a couple of days spent in riding and skating.
And he clapped spurs to his horse, who, having found nothing melancholy in the heavy oats of Pierrefonds profited by this permission to show his gayety in a gallop which absorbed two leagues. "To Paris!" said D'Artagnan to himself. And on the morrow he alighted in Paris. He had devoted six days to this journey. What D'Artagnan went to Paris for
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