Part 88 (2/2)
When we think that, in ed in their houses like Hector and Priam in the city of Troy; and the wohed, and then five hundred beggarly fellows clapped their hands and cried, 'Kill! kill!' when not onelike that”
”You are very hard upon the king, nan and yet you scarcely know him”
”I! Listen, Raoul Day by day, hour by hour,--take note ofdead, he will fret; very well, that is the least silly thing he will do, particularly if he does not shed a tear”
”And then?”
”Why, then he will get M Fouquet to allow hio and compose verses at Fontainebleau, upon some Mancini or other, whose eyes the queen will scratch out She is a Spaniard, you see,--this queen of ours; and she has, forof the Spaniards of the house of Austria”
”And next?”
”Well, after having torn the silver lace from the uniforms of his Swiss, because lace is too expensive, he will dismount his musketeers, because oats and hay of a horse cost five sols a day”
”Oh! do not say that”
”Of what consequence is it to er a musketeer, am I? Let them be on horseback, let the-pin, a spit, a sword, or nothing--what is it to nan, I beseech you speak noI ary withheard, even from your mouth, words injurious to his ht in every bad cause Pardieu! yes, your father is a brave man, a Caesar, it is true--but a man without perception”
”Now,to speak ill of reat Athos? Truly you are in a bad vein to-day; riches render you as sour as poverty renders other people”
”Pardieu! you are right I arown old; a tent-cord untwisted, a pierced cuirass, a boot without a sole, a spur without a rowel;--but do ”
”What is that, nan?”
”Simply say: 'Mazarin was a pitiful wretch'”
”Perhaps he is dead”
”More the reason--I say was; if I did not hope that he was dead, I would entreat you to say: 'Mazarin is a pitiful wretch' Come, say so, say so, for love of me”
”Well, I will”
”Say it!”
”Mazarin was a pitiful wretch,” said Raoul, shter, as in his best days
”A moment,” said the latter; ”you have spoken my first proposition, here is the conclusion of it,--repeat, Raoul, repeat: 'But I regret Mazarin'”
”Chevalier!”
”You will not say it? Well, then, I will say it twice for you”
”But you would regret Mazarin?”
And they were still laughing and discussing this profession of principles, when one of the shop-boys entered ”A letter, nan”