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Updated: May 20, 2025
This word "servant" struck rudely on the ears of the demi-millionnaire Planchet, but natural respect and bonhomie prevailed over pride. "There is nothing indiscreet in telling you, monsieur le comte, M. d'Artagnan came here the other day " "Aha?" "And remained several hours consulting a geographical chart." "You are right, then, my friend; say no more about it."
D'Artagnan took the lady's hand in his in the most courteous manner, and with precisely the same chivalrous air as he would have taken Madame's. "Monsieur le Baron du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds," added Planchet. Porthos bowed with a reverence which Anne of Austria would have approved of.
At four o'clock the four friends were all assembled with Athos. Their anxiety about their outfits had all disappeared, and each countenance only preserved the expression of its own secret disquiet for behind all present happiness is concealed a fear for the future. Suddenly Planchet entered, bringing two letters for d'Artagnan.
"So far so well," answered Planchet, alighting, and extending his arms to Mousqueton, the two servants embraced with an emotion which touched those who were present and made them suppose that Planchet was a great lord in disguise, so highly did they estimate the position of Mousqueton.
"Oh! and to mine too," cried Planchet, transported with enthusiasm. "We will put him in a cage and show him for money." "Well, Planchet, that is a third plan, of which I had not thought." "Do you think it a good one?" "Yes, certainly, but I think mine better." "Let us see yours, then." "In the first place, I shall set a ransom on him." "Of how much?"
"I asked you where you lodged, for I cannot always send to M. le Comte de la Fere to seek you." "I lodge with M. Planchet, a grocer, Rue des Lombards, at the sign of the Pilon d'Or." "Go out but little, show yourself less, and await my orders." "And yet, sire, I must go for the money."
"Monsieur, I have eaten and drunk respectfully the crown you gave me this morning, so that I have not a sou left in case I should be cold." "Here's half a pistole. Tomorrow morning." D'Artagnan sprang from his horse, threw the bridle to Planchet, and departed at a quick pace, folding his cloak around him.
Planchet began to laugh with a laugh full of self-conceit; bade the musketeer good-night, and went down to his back shop, which he used as a bedroom. D'Artagnan resumed his original position upon his chair, and his brow, which had been unruffled for a moment, became more pensive than ever. He had already forgotten the whims and dreams of Planchet.
"No, Monsieur Jester," replied d'Artagnan; "but with our four horses we may bring back our three friends, if we should have the good fortune to find them living." "Which is a great chance," replied Planchet, "but we must not despair of the mercy of God." "Amen!" said d'Artagnan, getting into his saddle.
The king had not time to reply, yes on no. D'Artagnan gave a shrill and prolonged whistle, which he repeated three times through the silence of the night. "There!" said he, "he will be brought to your majesty." In which D'Artagnan begins to fear he has placed his Money and that of Planchet in the Sinking Fund
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