Part 108 (2/2)

d'Artagnan received his last instructions from the king, and made his adieus to his friends, the number of whom was, at the moment, reduced to Planchet, then he traced the plan of his day, as every busy man whose moments are counted ought to do, because he appreciates their importance.

”My departure is to be,” said he, ”at break of day, three o'clock in the morning; I have then fifteen hours before me. Take from them the six hours of sleep which are indispensable for me--six; one hour for repasts--seven; one hour for a farewell visit to Athos--eight; two hours for chance circ.u.mstances--total, ten. There are then five hours left.

One hour to get my money,--that is, to have payment refused by M.

Fouquet; another hour to go and receive my money of M. Colbert, together with his questions and grimaces; one hour to look over my clothes and arms, and get my boots cleaned. I still have two hours left. Mordioux!

how rich I am.” And so saying, D'Artagnan felt a strange joy, a joy of youth, a perfume of those great and happy years of former times mount into his brain and intoxicate him. ”During these two hours I will go,”

said the musketeer, ”and take my quarter's rent of the Image-de-Notre-Dame. That will be pleasant. Three hundred and seventy-five livres! Mordioux! but that is astonis.h.i.+ng! If the poor man who has but one livre in his pocket, found a livre and twelve deniers, that would be justice, that would be excellent; but never does such a G.o.dsend fall to the lot of the poor man. The rich man, on the contrary, makes himself revenue with his money, which he does not even touch. Here are three hundred and seventy-five livres which fall to me from heaven.

I will go then to the Image-de-Notre-Dame, and drink a gla.s.s of Spanish wine with my tenant, which he cannot fail to offer me. But order must be observed, Monsieur d'Artagnan, order must be observed! Let us organize our time, then, and distribute the employment of it! Art. 1st, Athos; Art. 2d, the Image-de-Notre-Dame; Art. 3rd, M. Fouquet; Art. 4th, M.

Colbert; Art. 5th, supper; Art. 6th, clothes, boots, horse, portmanteau; Art. 7th and last, sleep.”

In consequence of this arrangement, D'Artagnan went straight to the Comte de la Fere, to whom, modestly and ingenuously, he related a part of his fortunate adventures. Athos had not been without uneasiness on the subject of D'Artagnan's visit to the king; but few words sufficed for an explanation of that. Athos divined that Louis had charged D'Artagnan with some important mission, and did not even make an effort to draw the secret from him. He only recommended him to take care of himself, and offered discreetly to accompany him if that were desirable.

”But, my dear friend,” said D'Artagnan, ”I am going nowhere.”

”What! you come and bid me adieu, and are going nowhere?”

”Oh! yes, yes,” replied D'Artagnan, coloring a little, ”I am going to make an acquisition.”

”That is quite another thing. Then I change my formula. Instead of 'Do not get yourself killed,' I will say,--'Do not get yourself robbed.'”

”My friend, I will inform you if I set eyes on any property that pleases me, and shall expect you will favor me with your opinion.”

”Yes, yes,” said Athos, too delicate to permit himself even the consolation of a smile. Raoul imitated the paternal reserve. But D'Artagnan thought it would appear too mysterious to leave his friends under a pretense, without even telling them the route he was about to take.

”I have chosen Le Mans,” said he to Athos. ”It is a good country?”

”Excellent, my friend,” replied the count, without making him observe that Le Mans was in the same directions as La Touraine, and that by waiting two days, at most, he might travel with a friend. But D'Artagnan, more embarra.s.sed than the count, dug, at every explanation, deeper into the mud, into which he sank by degrees. ”I shall set out to-morrow at daybreak,” said he at last. ”Till that time, will you come with me, Raoul?”

”Yes, monsieur le chevalier,” said the young man, ”if monsieur le comte does not want me.”

”No, Raoul; I am to have an audience to-day of Monsieur, the king's brother; that is all I have to do.”

Raoul asked Grimaud for his sword, which the old man brought him immediately. ”Now then,” added D'Artagnan, opening his arms to Athos, ”adieu, my dear friend!” Athos held him in a long embrace, and the musketeer, who knew his discretion so well, murmured in his ear--”An affair of state,” to which Athos only replied by a pressure of the hand, still more significant. They then separated. Raoul took the arm of his old friend, who led him along the Rue Saint-Honore. ”I an conducting you to the abode of the G.o.d Plutus,” said D'Artagnan to the young man; ”prepare yourself. The whole day you will witness the piling up of crowns. Heavens! how I am changed!”

”Oh! what numbers of people there are in the street!” said Raoul.

”Is there a procession to-day?” asked D'Artagnan of a pa.s.ser-by.

”Monsieur, it is a hanging,” replied the man.

”What! a hanging at the Greve?” said D'Artagnan.

”Yes, monsieur.”

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