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I admit that," said Aramis, with a singular smile, "you are, indeed, not to be matched for making your friends' fortunes for them." "You see, then, that I only acted with the view of making Porthos's fortune for him." "I meant to have done that myself; but your arm reaches farther than ours." It was now D'Artagnan's turn to smile. "Come," said Aramis, "we ought to deal truthfully with each other.
But Raoul, less credulous than his old friend, had concluded from Porthos's recital that if Saint-Aignan was going to the king, Saint-Aignan would tell the king everything, and that the king would most assuredly forbid Saint-Aignan to obey the summons he had received to the hostile meeting.
Porthos, however, formally refused to do anything of the kind, but, on the contrary, installed himself in the Minimes as if he were going to take root there, making Raoul promise that when he had been to see his father, he would return to his own apartments, in order that Porthos's servant might know where to find him in case M. de Saint-Aignan should happen to come to the rendezvous.
"My shop is saved!" exclaimed Planchet. "Yes, as the cheese was," whispered the foreman. "What cheese?" "The Dutch cheese, inside which a rat had made his way, and we found only the rind left." Planchet looked all round his shop, and observing the different articles which had escaped Porthos's teeth, he found the comparison somewhat exaggerated.
The pretty Madeleine, who had approached during this colloquy, stepped back and turned pale as death on hearing Porthos's words, for she thought the scene with the Swiss was about to be repeated.
Scarcely had D'Artagnan extinguished his taper, when Aramis, who had watched through his curtains the last glimmer of light in his friend's apartment, traversed the corridor on tiptoe, and went to Porthos's room. The giant, who had been in bed nearly an hour and a half, lay grandly stretched out on the down bed.
"That prohibition is not for me," said D'Artagnan. "Have the fugitives been pursued?" "Yes, my officer; unfortunately, they are well mounted." "How many are there?" "Four, and a fifth whom they carried away wounded." "Four!" said D'Artagnan, looking at Porthos. "Do you hear, baron? They are only four!" A joyous smile lighted Porthos's face. "How long a start have they?"
As for Porthos's coat, a blow from a halberd had cut it open on the flank and a pistol shot had cut his feather in two. "Diavolo!" said the cardinal, pensively gazing at the two friends with lively admiration; "I should have cried, I should." At this moment the tumult was heard nearer. Mazarin wiped his forehead and looked around him. He had a great desire to go to the window, but he dared not.
It was then Planchet's turn, and he unhesitatingly embraced the lady in question, not, however, until he had made a sign as if requesting D'Artagnan's and Porthos's permission, a permission as a matter of course frankly conceded. D'Artagnan complimented Planchet, and said, "You are indeed a man who knows how to make life agreeable."
The visitors took their places as they arrived, and the great room had just been closed when the clock struck twelve, the hour fixed for the reading of the important document. Porthos's procureur and that was naturally the successor of Master Coquenard commenced by slowly unfolding the vast parchment upon which the powerful hand of Porthos had traced his sovereign will.
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