Part 12 (1/2)
”You overwhelm reat effect upon the hest quality in an appetite of that kind This title, too, reassured there was ever called ”monsieur le baron”
”I will take a few biscuits to eat on the road,” said Porthos, carelessly; and he ee pocket of his doublet
”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 coerated The fore in his one yet”
”Have you any fruit here?” said Porthos, as he went upstairs to the _entresol_, where it had just been announced that sorocer, addressing a look at D'Artagnan full of entreaty, which the latter half understood
As soon as they had finished eating they set off It was late when the three riders, who had left Paris about six in the evening, arrived at Fontainebleau The journey passed very agreeably Porthos took a fancy to Planchet's society, because the latter was very respectful in his hted to talk to him about his meadows, his woods, and his rabbit-warrens Porthos had all the taste and pride of a landed proprietor When D'Artagnan saw his two companions in earnest conversation, he took the opposite side of the road, and letting his bridle drop upon his horse's neck, separated himself from the whole world, as he had done froh the foliage of the forest The breezes of the open country rose deliciously perfumed to the horse's nostrils, and they snorted and pranced along delightedly Porthos and Planchet began to talk about hay-crops Planchet admitted to Porthos that in the advanced years of his life, he had certainly neglected agricultural pursuits for commerce, but that his childhood had been passed in Picardy in the beautiful h as the knees, and where he had played under the green apple-trees covered with red-cheeked fruit; he went on to say, that he had solemnly promised himself that as soon as he should have made his fortune, he would return to nature, and end his days, as he had begun them, as near as he possibly could to the earth itself, where all men must sleep at last
”Eh, eh!” said Porthos; ”in that case, my dear Monsieur Planchet, your retirement is not far distant”
”How so?”
”Why, you see your fortune very soon”
”Well, we are getting on pretty well, I must admit,” replied Planchet
”Come, tell me what is the extent of your ambition, and what is the amount you intend to retire upon?”
”There is one circu the question, ”which occasions ood deal of anxiety”
”What is it?” inquired Porthos, looking all round him as if in search of the circu hirocer, ”you used to call me Planchet quite short, and you would have spoken to me then in a much more familiar manner than you do now”
”Certainly, certainly, I should have said so forood-natured Porthos, with an embarrassment full of delicacy; ”but fornan's lackey; is not that what you mean?”
”Yes”
”Well if I am not quite his lackey, I am as much as ever I was his devoted servant; and more than that, since that time--”
”Well, Planchet?”