Louise de la Valliere

  Chapter III. In Which the Reader will be Delighted to Find that PorthosHas Lost Nothing of His Muscularity.

  D'Artagnan had, according to his usual style, calculated that every houris worth sixty minutes, and every minute worth sixty seconds. Thanks tothis perfectly exact calculation of minutes and seconds, he reached thesuperintendent's door at the very moment the soldier was leaving it withhis belt empty. D'Artagnan presented himself at the door, which a porterwith a profusely embroidered livery held half opened for him. D'Artagnanwould very much have liked to enter without giving his name, but thiswas impossible, and so he gave it. Notwithstanding this concession,which ought to have removed every difficulty in the way, at leastD'Artagnan thought so, the _concierge_ hesitated; however, at the secondrepetition of the title, captain of the king's guards, the _concierge_,without quite leaving the passage clear for him, ceased to bar itcompletely. D'Artagnan understood that orders of the most positivecharacter had been given. He decided, therefore, to tell a falsehood,--acircumstance, moreover, which did not seriously affect his peace ofmind, when he saw that beyond the falsehood the safety of the stateitself, or even purely and simply his own individual personal interest,might be at stake. He moreover added to the declarations he had alreadymade, that the soldier sent to M. du Vallon was his own messenger,and that the only object that letter had in view was to announce hisintended arrival. From that moment, no one opposed D'Artagnan's entranceany further, and he entered accordingly. A valet wished to accompanyhim, but he answered that it was useless to take that trouble on hisaccount, inasmuch as he knew perfectly well where M. du Vallon was.There was nothing, of course, to say to a man so thoroughly andcompletely informed on all points, and D'Artagnan was permitted,therefore, to do as he liked. The terraces, the magnificent apartments,the gardens, were all reviewed and narrowly inspected by the musketeer.He walked for a quarter of an hour in this more than royal residence,which included as many wonders as articles of furniture, and as manyservants as there were columns and doors. "Decidedly," he said tohimself, "this mansion has no other limits than the pillars of thehabitable world. Is it probable Porthos has taken it into his head to goback to Pierrefonds without even leaving M. Fouquet's house?" He finallyreached a remote part of the chateau inclosed by a stone wall, which wascovered with a profusion of thick plants, luxuriant in blossoms as largeand solid as fruit. At equal distances on the top of this wall wereplaced various statues in timid or mysterious attitudes. These werevestals hidden beneath the long Greek peplum, with its thick, sinuousfolds; agile nymphs, covered with their marble veils, and guarding thepalace with their fugitive glances. A statue of Hermes, with hisfinger on his lips; one of Iris, with extended wings; another of Night,sprinkled all over with poppies, dominated the gardens and outbuildings,which could be seen through the trees. All these statues threw in whiterelief their profiles upon the dark ground of the tall cypresses, whichdarted their somber summits towards the sky. Around these cypresses wereentwined climbing roses, whose flowering rings were fastened to everyfork of the branches, and spread over the lower boughs and the variousstatues, showers of flowers of the rarest fragrance. These enchantmentsseemed to the musketeer the result of the greatest efforts of the humanmind. He felt in a dreamy, almost poetical, frame of mind. The ideathat Porthos was living in so perfect an Eden gave him a higher idea ofPorthos, showing how tremendously true it is, that even the very highestorders of minds are not quite exempt from the influence of surroundings.D'Artagnan found the door, and on, or rather in the door, a kindof spring which he detected; having touched it, the door flew open.D'Artagnan entered, closed the door behind him, and advanced into apavilion built in a circular form, in which no other sound could beheard but cascades and the songs of birds. At the door of the pavilionhe met a lackey.

  "It is here, I believe," said D'Artagnan, without hesitation, "that M.le Baron du Vallon is staying?"

  "Yes, monsieur," answered the lackey.

  "Have the goodness to tell him that M. le Chevalier d'Artagnan, captainof the king's musketeers, is waiting to see him."

  D'Artagnan was introduced into the _salon_, and had not long to remainin expectation: a well-remembered step shook the floor of the adjoiningroom, a door opened, or rather flew open, and Porthos appeared and threwhimself into his friend's arms with a sort of embarrassment which didnot ill become him. "You here?" he exclaimed.

  "And you?" replied D'Artagnan. "Ah, you sly fellow!"

  "Yes," said Porthos, with a somewhat embarrassed smile; "yes, you seeI am staying in M. Fouquet's house, at which you are not a littlesurprised, I suppose?"

  "Not at all; why should you not be one of M. Fouquet's friends? M.Fouquet has a very large number, particularly among clever men."

  Porthos had the modesty not to take the compliment to himself."Besides," he added, "you saw me at Belle-Isle."

  "A greater reason for my believing you to be one of M. Fouquet'sfriends."

  "The fact is, I am acquainted with him," said Porthos, with a certainembarrassment of manner.

  "Ah, friend Porthos," said D'Artagnan, "how treacherously you havebehaved towards me."

  "In what way?" exclaimed Porthos.

  "What! you complete so admirable a work as the fortifications ofBelle-Isle, and you did not tell me of it!" Porthos colored. "Nay, morethan that," continued D'Artagnan, "you saw me out yonder, you know Iam in the king's service, and yet you could not guess that the king,jealously desirous of learning the name of the man whose abilities hadwrought a work of which he heard the most wonderful accounts,--you couldnot guess, I say, that the king sent me to learn who this man was?"

  "What! the king sent you to learn--"

  "Of course; but don't let us speak of that any more."

  "Not speak of it!" said Porthos; "on the contrary, we will speak of it;and so the king knew that we were fortifying Belle-Isle?"

  "Of course; does not the king know everything?"

  "But he did not know who was fortifying it?"

  "No, he only suspected, from what he had been told of the nature of theworks, that it was some celebrated soldier or another."

  "The devil!" said Porthos, "if I had only known that!"

  "You would not have run away from Vannes as you did, perhaps?"

  "No; what did you say when you couldn't find me?"

  "My dear fellow, I reflected."

  "Ah, indeed; you reflect, do you? Well, and what did that reflectionlead to?"

  "It led me to guess the whole truth."

  "Come, then, tell me what did you guess after all?" said Porthos,settling himself into an armchair, and assuming the airs of a sphinx.

  "I guessed, in the first place, that you were fortifying Belle-Isle."

  "There was no great difficulty in that, for you saw me at work."

  "Wait a minute; I also guessed something else,--that you were fortifyingBelle-Isle by M. Fouquet's orders."

  "That's true."

  "But even that is not all. Whenever I feel myself in trim for guessing,I do not stop on my road; and so I guessed that M. Fouquet wished topreserve the most absolute secrecy respecting these fortifications."

  "I believe that was his intention, in fact," said Porthos.

  "Yes, but do you know why he wished to keep it secret?"

  "In order it should not become known, perhaps," said Porthos.

  "That was his principal reason. But his wish was subservient to a bit ofgenerosity--"

  "In fact," said Porthos, "I have heard it said that M. Fouquet was a verygenerous man."

  "To a bit of generosity he wished to exhibit towards the king."

  "Oh, oh!"

  "You seem surprised at that?"

  "Yes."

  "And you didn't guess?"

  "No."

  "Well, I know it, then."

  "You are a wizard."

  "Not at all, I assure you."

  "How do you know it, then?"

  "By a very simple means. I heard M. Fouquet himself say so to the king."

  "Say what to
the king?"

  "That he fortified Belle-Isle on his majesty's account, and that he hadmade him a present of Belle Isle."

  "And you heard M. Fouquet say that to the king?"

  "In those very words. He even added: 'Belle-Isle has been fortified byan engineer, one of my friends, a man of a great deal of merit, whom Ishall ask your majesty's permission to present to you.'

  "'What is his name?' said the king.

  "'The Baron du Vallon,' M. Fouquet replied.

  "'Very well,' returned his majesty, 'you will present him to me.'"

  "The king said that?"

  "Upon the word of a D'Artagnan!"

  "Oh, oh!" said Porthos. "Why have I not been presented, then?"

  "Have they not spoken to you about this presentation?"

  "Yes, certainly; but I am always kept waiting for it."

  "Be easy, it will be sure to come."

  "Humph! humph!" grumbled Porthos, which D'Artagnan pretended not tohear; and, changing the conversation, he said, "You seem to be living ina very solitary place here, my dear fellow?"

  "I always preferred retirement. I am of a melancholy disposition,"replied Porthos, with a sigh.

  "Really, that is odd," said D'Artagnan, "I never remarked that before."

  "It is only since I have taken to reading," said Porthos, with athoughtful air.

  "But the labors of the mind have not affected the health of the body, Itrust?"

  "Not in the slightest degree."

  "Your strength is as great as ever?"

  "Too great, my friend, too great."

  "Ah! I had heard that, for a short time after your arrival--"

  "That I could hardly move a limb, I suppose?"

  "How was it?" said D'Artagnan, smiling, "and why was it you could notmove?"

  Porthos, perceiving that he had made a mistake, wished to correct it."Yes, I came from Belle-Isle upon very hard horses," he said, "and thatfatigued me."

  "I am no longer astonished, then, since I, who followed you, found sevenor eight lying dead on the road."

  "I am very heavy, you know," said Porthos.

  "So that you were bruised all over."

  "My marrow melted, and that made me very ill."

  "Poor Porthos! But how did Aramis act towards you under thosecircumstances?"

  "Very well, indeed. He had me attended to by M. Fouquet's own doctor.But just imagine, at the end of a week I could not breathe any longer."

  "What do you mean?"

  "The room was too small; I had absorbed every atom of air."

  "Indeed?"

  "I was told so, at least; and so I was removed into another apartment."

  "Where you were able to breathe, I hope and trust?"

  "Yes, more freely; but no exercise--nothing to do. The doctor pretendedthat I was not to stir; I, on the contrary, felt that I was strongerthan ever; that was the cause of a very serious accident."

  "What accident?"

  "Fancy, my dear fellow, that I revolted against the directions of thatass of a doctor, and I resolved to go out, whether it suited him ornot: and, consequently, I told the valet who waited on me to bring me myclothes."

  "You were quite naked, then?"

  "Oh, no! on the contrary, I had a magnificent dressing-gown to wear. Thelackey obeyed; I dressed myself in my own clothes, which had becometoo large for me; but a strange circumstance had happened,--my feet hadbecome too large."

  "Yes, I quite understand."

  "And my boots too small."

  "You mean your feet were still swollen?"

  "Exactly; you have hit it."

  "_Pardieu!_ And is that the accident you were going to tell me about?"

  "Oh, yes; I did not make the same reflection you have done. I said tomyself: 'Since my feet have entered my boots ten times, there is noreason why they should not go in the eleventh.'"

  "Allow me to tell you, my dear Porthos, that on this occasion you failedin your logic."

  "In short, then, they placed me opposite to a part of the room whichwas partitioned; I tried to get my boot on; I pulled it with my hands,I pushed with all the strength of the muscles of my leg, making the mostunheard-of efforts, when suddenly the two tags of my boot remained in myhands, and my foot struck out like a ballista."

  "How learned you are in fortification, dear Porthos."

  "My foot darted out like a ballista, and came against the partition,which it broke in; I really thought that, like Samson, I had demolishedthe temple. And the number of pictures, the quantity of china, vasesof flowers, carpets, and window-panes that fell down were reallywonderful."

  "Indeed!"

  "Without reckoning that on the other side of the partition was a smalltable laden with porcelain--"

  "Which you knocked over?"

  "Which I dashed to the other side of the room," said Porthos, laughing.

  "Upon my word, it is, as you say, astonishing," replied D'Artagnan,beginning to laugh also; whereupon Porthos laughed louder than ever.

  "I broke," said Porthos, in a voice half-choked from his increasingmirth, "more than three thousand francs worth of china--ha, ha, ha!"

  "Good!" said D'Artagnan.

  "I smashed more than four thousand francs worth of glass!--ho, ho, ho!"

  "Excellent."

  "Without counting a luster, which fell on my head and was broken into athousand pieces--ha, ha, ha!"

  "Upon your head?" said D'Artagnan, holding his sides.

  "On top."

  "But your head was broken, I suppose?"

  "No, since I tell you, on the contrary, my dear fellow, that it was theluster which was broken, like glass, which, in point of fact, it was."

  "Ah! the luster was glass, you say."

  "Venetian glass! a perfect curiosity, quite matchless, indeed, andweighed two hundred pounds."

  "And it fell upon your head!"

  "Upon my head. Just imagine, a globe of crystal, gilded all over, thelower part beautifully encrusted, perfumes burning at the top, with jetsfrom which flame issued when they were lighted."

  "I quite understand, but they were not lighted at the time, I suppose?"

  "Happily not, or I should have been grilled prematurely."

  "And you were only knocked down flat, instead?"

  "Not at all."

  "How, 'not at all?'"

  "Why, the luster fell on my skull. It appears that we have upon the topof our heads an exceedingly thick crust."

  "Who told you that, Porthos?"

  "The doctor. A sort of dome which would bear Notre-Dame."

  "Bah!"

  "Yes, it seems that our skulls are made in that manner."

  "Speak for yourself, my dear fellow, it is your own skull that is madein that manner, and not the skulls of other people."

  "Well, that may be so," said Porthos, conceitedly, "so much, however,was that the case, in my instance, that no sooner did the luster fallupon the dome which we have at the top of our head, than there was areport like a cannon, the crystal was broken to pieces, and I fell,covered from head to foot."

  "With blood, poor Porthos!"

  "Not at all; with perfumes, which smelt like rich creams; it wasdelicious, but the odor was too strong, and I felt quite giddy from it;perhaps you have experienced it sometimes yourself, D'Artagnan?"

  "Yes, in inhaling the scent of the lily of the valley; so that, mypoor friend, you were knocked over by the shock and overpowered by theperfumes?"

  "Yes; but what is very remarkable, for the doctor told me he had neverseen anything like it--"

  "You had a bump on your head I suppose?" interrupted D'Artagnan.

  "I had five."

  "Why five?"

  "I will tell you; the luster had, at its lower extremity, five giltornaments; excessively sharp."

  "Oh!"

  "Well, these five ornaments penetrated my hair, which, as you see, Iwear very thick."

  "Fortunately so."

  "And they made a mark on my skin. But just notice the singularity ofit, thes
e things seem really only to happen to me! Instead of makingindentations, they made bumps. The doctor could never succeed inexplaining that to me satisfactorily."

  "Well, then, I will explain it to you."

  "You will do me a great service if you will," said Porthos, winking hiseyes, which, with him, was sign of the profoundest attention.

  "Since you have been employing your brain in studies of an exaltedcharacter, in important calculations, and so on, the head has gained acertain advantage, so that your head is now too full of science."

  "Do you think so?"

  "I am sure of it. The result is, that, instead of allowing any foreignmatter to penetrate the interior of the head, your bony box or skull,which is already too full, avails itself of the openings which are madein allowing this excess to escape."

  "Ah!" said Porthos, to whom this explanation appeared clearer than thatof the doctor.

  "The five protuberances, caused by the five ornaments of the luster,must certainly have been scientific globules, brought to the surface bythe force of circumstances."

  "In fact," said Porthos, "the real truth is, that I felt far worseoutside my head than inside. I will even confess, that when I put my hatupon my head, clapping it on my head with that graceful energy which wegentlemen of the sword possess, if my fist was not very gently applied,I experienced the most painful sensations."

  "I quite believe you, Porthos."

  "Therefore, my friend," said the giant, "M. Fouquet decided, seeing howslightly built the house was, to give me another lodging, and so theybrought me here."

  "It is the private park, I think, is it not?"

  "Yes."

  "Where the rendezvous are made; that park, indeed, which isso celebrated in some of those mysterious stories about thesuperintendent?"

  "I don't know; I have had no rendezvous or heard mysterious storiesmyself, but they have authorized me to exercise my muscles, and I takeadvantage of the permission by rooting up some of the trees."

  "What for?"

  "To keep my hand in, and also to take some birds' nests; I find it moreconvenient than climbing."

  "You are as pastoral as Tyrcis, my dear Porthos."

  "Yes, I like the small eggs; I like them very much better than largerones. You have no idea how delicate an _omelette_ is, if made of fouror five hundred eggs of linnets, chaffinches, starlings, blackbirds, andthrushes."

  "But five hundred eggs is perfectly monstrous!"

  "A salad-bowl will hold them easily enough," said Porthos.

  D'Artagnan looked at Porthos admiringly for full five minutes, as ifhe had seen him for the first time, while Porthos spread his chestout joyously and proudly. They remained in this state several minutes,Porthos smiling, and D'Artagnan looking at him. D'Artagnan was evidentlytrying to give the conversation a new turn. "Do you amuse yourself muchhere, Porthos?" he asked at last, very likely after he had found outwhat he was searching for.

  "Not always."

  "I can imagine that; but when you get thoroughly bored, by and by, whatdo you intend to do?"

  "Oh! I shall not be here for any length of time. Aramis is waiting untilthe last bump on my head disappears, in order to present me to the king,who I am told cannot endure the sight of a bump."

  "Aramis is still in Paris, then?"

  "No."

  "Whereabouts is he, then?"

  "At Fontainebleau."

  "Alone?"

  "With M. Fouquet."

  "Very good. But do you happen to know one thing?"

  "No, tell it me, and then I shall know."

  "Well, then, I think Aramis is forgetting you."

  "Do you really think so?"

  "Yes; for at Fontainebleau yonder, you must know, they are laughing,dancing, banqueting, and drawing the corks of M. de Mazarin's wine infine style. Are you aware that they have a ballet every evening there?"

  "The deuce they have!"

  "I assure you that your dear Aramis is forgetting you."

  "Well, that is not at all unlikely, and I have myself thought sosometimes."

  "Unless he is playing you a trick, the sly fellow!"

  "Oh!"

  "You know that Aramis is as sly as a fox."

  "Yes, but to play _me_ a trick--"

  "Listen: in the first place, he puts you under a sort of sequestration."

  "He sequestrates me! Do you mean to say I am sequestrated?"

  "I think so."

  "I wish you would have the goodness to prove that to me."

  "Nothing easier. Do you ever go out?"

  "Never."

  "Do you ever ride on horseback?"

  "Never."

  "Are your friends allowed to come and see you?"

  "Never."

  "Very well, then; never to go out, never to ride on horseback, never tobe allowed to see your friends, that is called being sequestrated."

  "But why should Aramis sequestrate me?" inquired Porthos.

  "Come," said D'Artagnan, "be frank, Porthos."

  "As gold."

  "It was Aramis who drew the plan of the fortifications at Belle-Isle,was it not?"

  Porthos colored as he said, "Yes; but that was all he did."

  "Exactly, and my own opinion is that it was no very great affair afterall."

  "That is mine, too."

  "Very good; I am delighted we are of the same opinion."

  "He never even came to Belle-Isle," said Porthos.

  "There now, you see."

  "It was I who went to Vannes, as you may have seen."

  "Say rather, as I did see. Well, that is precisely the state of thecase, my dear Porthos. Aramis, who only drew the plans, wishes to passhimself off as the engineer, whilst you, who, stone by stone, built thewall, the citadel, and the bastions, he wishes to reduce to the rank ofa mere builder."

  "By builder, you mean mason, perhaps?"

  "Mason; the very word."

  "Plasterer, in fact?"

  "Hodman?"

  "Exactly."

  "Oh, oh! my dear Aramis, you seem to think you are only five and twentyyears of age still."

  "Yes, and that is not all, for he believes you are fifty."

  "I should have amazingly liked to have seen him at work."

  "Yes, indeed."

  "A fellow who has got the gout?"

  "Yes."

  "Who has lost three of his teeth?"

  "Four."

  "While I, look at mine." And Porthos, opening his large mouth very wide,displayed two rows of teeth not quite as white as snow, but even, hard,and sound as ivory.

  "You can hardly believe, Porthos," said D'Artagnan, "what a fancy theking has for good teeth. Yours decide me; I will present you to the kingmyself."

  "You?"

  "Why not? Do you think I have less credit at court than Aramis?"

  "Oh, no!"

  "Do you think I have the slightest pretensions upon the fortificationsat Belle-Isle?"

  "Certainly not."

  "It is your own interest alone which would induce me to do it."

  "I don't doubt it in the least."

  "Well, I am the intimate friend of the king; and a proof of that is,that whenever there is anything disagreeable to tell him, it is I whohave to do it."

  "But, dear D'Artagnan, if you present me--"

  "Well!"

  "Aramis will be angry."

  "With me?"

  "No, with _me_."

  "Bah! whether he or I present you, since you are to be presented, whatdoes it matter?"

  "They were going to get me some clothes made."

  "Your own are splendid."

  "Oh! those I had ordered were far more beautiful."

  "Take care: the king likes simplicity."

  "In that case, I will be simple. But what will M. Fouquet say, when helearns that I have left?"

  "Are you a prisoner, then, on parole?"

  "No, not quite that. But I promised him I would not leave withoutletting him know."

  "Wait a minute, we shall return to that
presently. Have you anything todo here?"

  "I, nothing: nothing of any importance, at least."

  "Unless, indeed, you are Aramis's representative for something ofimportance."

  "By no means."

  "What I tell you--pray, understand that--is out of interest for you. Isuppose, for instance, that you are commissioned to send messages andletters to him?"

  "Ah! letters--yes. I send certain letters to him."

  "Where?"

  "To Fontainebleau."

  "Have you any letters, then?"

  "But--"

  "Nay, let me speak. Have you any letters, I say?"

  "I have just received one for him."

  "Interesting?"

  "I suppose so."

  "You do not read them, then?"

  "I am not at all curious," said Porthos, as he drew out of his pocketthe soldier's letter which Porthos had not read, but D'Artagnan had.

  "Do you know what to do with it?" said D'Artagnan.

  "Of course; do as I always do, send it to him."

  "Not so."

  "Why not? Keep it, then?"

  "Did they not tell you that this letter was important?"

  "Very important."

  "Well, you must take it yourself to Fontainebleau."

  "To Aramis?"

  "Yes."

  "Very good."

  "And since the king is there--"

  "You will profit by that."

  "I shall profit by the opportunity to present you to the king."

  "Ah! D'Artagnan, there is no one like you for expedients."

  "Therefore, instead of forwarding to our friend any messages, which mayor may not be faithfully delivered, we will ourselves be the bearers ofthe letter."

  "I had never even thought of that, and yet it is simple enough."

  "And therefore, because it is urgent, Porthos, we ought to set off atonce."

  "In fact," said Porthos, "the sooner we set off the less chance there isof Aramis's letter being delayed."

  "Porthos, your reasoning is always accurate, and, in your case, logicseems to serve as an auxiliary to the imagination."

  "Do you think so?" said Porthos.

  "It is the result of your hard reading," replied D'Artagnan. "So comealong, let us be off."

  "But," said Porthos, "my promise to M. Fouquet?"

  "Which?"

  "Not to leave Saint-Mande without telling him of it."

  "Ah! Porthos," said D'Artagnan, "how very young you still are."

  "In what way?"

  "You are going to Fontainebleau, are you not, where you will find M.Fouquet?"

  "Yes."

  "Probably in the king's palace?"

  "Yes," repeated Porthos, with an air full of majesty.

  "Well, you will accost him with these words: 'M. Fouquet, I have thehonor to inform you that I have just left Saint-Mande.'"

  "And," said Porthos, with the same majestic mien, "seeing me atFontainebleau at the king's, M. Fouquet will not be able to tell me I amnot speaking the truth."

  "My dear Porthos, I was just on the point of opening my lips to makethe same remark, but you anticipate me in everything. Oh! Porthos, howfortunately you are gifted! Years have made not the slightest impressionon you."

  "Not over-much, certainly."

  "Then there is nothing more to say?"

  "I think not."

  "All your scruples are removed?"

  "Quite so."

  "In that case I shall carry you off with me."

  "Exactly; and I will go and get my horse saddled."

  "You have horses here, then?"

  "I have five."

  "You had them sent from Pierrefonds, I suppose?"

  "No, M. Fouquet gave them to me."

  "My dear Porthos, we shall not want five horses for two persons;besides, I have already three in Paris, which would make eight, and thatwill be too many."

  "It would not be too many if I had some of my servants here; but, alas!I have not got them."

  "Do you regret them, then?"

  "I regret Mousqueton; I miss Mousqueton."

  "What a good-hearted fellow you are, Porthos," said D'Artagnan; "butthe best thing you can do is to leave your horses here, as you have leftMousqueton out yonder."

  "Why so?"

  "Because, by and by, it might turn out a very good thing if M. Fouquethad never given you anything at all."

  "I don't understand you," said Porthos.

  "It is not necessary you should understand."

  "But yet--"

  "I will explain to you later, Porthos."

  "I'll wager it is some piece of policy or other."

  "And of the most subtle character," returned D'Artagnan.

  Porthos nodded his head at this word policy; then, after a moment'sreflection, he added, "I confess, D'Artagnan, that I am no politician."

  "I know that well."

  "Oh! no one knows what you told me yourself, you, the bravest of thebrave."

  "What did I tell you, Porthos?"

  "That every man has his day. You told me so, and I have experienced itmyself. There are certain days when one feels less pleasure than othersin exposing one's self to a bullet or a sword-thrust."

  "Exactly my own idea."

  "And mine, too, although I can hardly believe in blows or thrusts thatkill outright."

  "The deuce! and yet you have killed a few in your time."

  "Yes; but I have never been killed."

  "Your reason is a very good one."

  "Therefore, I do not believe I shall ever die from a thrust of a swordor a gun-shot."

  "In that case, then, you are afraid of nothing. Ah! water, perhaps?"

  "Oh! I swim like an otter."

  "Of a quartan fever, then?"

  "I have never had one yet, and I don't believe I ever shall; but thereis one thing I will admit," and Porthos dropped his voice.

  "What is that?" asked D'Artagnan, adopting the same tone of voice asPorthos.

  "I must confess," repeated Porthos, "that I am horribly afraid ofpolitics."

  "Ah, bah!" exclaimed D'Artagnan.

  "Upon my word, it's true," said Porthos, in a stentorian voice. "I haveseen his eminence Monsieur le Cardinal de Richelieu, and his eminenceMonsieur le Cardinal de Mazarin; the one was a red politician, the othera black politician; I never felt very much more satisfied with the onethan with the other; the first struck off the heads of M. de Marillac,M. de Thou, M. de Cinq-Mars, M. Chalais, M. de Bouteville, and M. deMontmorency; the second got a whole crowd of Frondeurs cut in pieces,and we belonged to them."

  "On the contrary, we did not belong to them," said D'Artagnan.

  "Oh! indeed, yes; for if I unsheathed my sword for the cardinal, Istruck it for the king."

  "My good Porthos!"

  "Well, I have done. My dread of politics is such, that if there is anyquestion of politics in the matter, I should greatly prefer to return toPierrefonds."

  "You would be quite right, if that were the case. But with me, my dearPorthos, no politics at all, that is quite clear. You have labored hardin fortifying Belle-Isle; the king wished to know the name of the cleverengineer under whose directions the works were carried out; you aremodest, as all men of true genius are; perhaps Aramis wishes to put youunder a bushel. But I happen to seize hold of you; I make it knownwho you are; I produce you; the king rewards you; and that is the onlypolicy I have to do with."

  "And the only one I will have to do with either," said Porthos, holdingout his hand to D'Artagnan.

  But D'Artagnan knew Porthos's grasp; he knew that, once imprisonedwithin the baron's five fingers, no hand ever left it without beinghalf-crushed. He therefore held out, not his hand, but his fist, andPorthos did not even perceive the difference. The servants talked alittle with each other in an undertone, and whispered a few words,which D'Artagnan understood, but which he took very good care not to letPorthos understand. "Our friend," he said to himself, "was really andtruly Aramis's prisoner. Let us now see what the
result will be of theliberation of the captive."