Part 94 (1/2)
”That is it; they are waiting for the cardinal, or rather for Bernouin, who cooes out”
”Fine-lookingto the regined to the cardinal”
”Ah, nan, as if to sum up in a word all that conversation, ”if only his erant to Monsieur de la Fere our liberty”
”I wish it with all et that visit, you would find no inconvenience in reives me more confidence”
This skillful turn of the conversation would have seemed a sublime manoeuvre to any one who could have read the Gascon's soul
”Now,” said D'Artagnan, ”I've one last favor to ask of you, Monsieur de Coes”
”At your service, sir”
”You will see the count again?”
”To-”
”Will you remember us to him and ask him to solicit for me the same favor that he will have obtained?”
”You want the cardinal to come here?”
”No; I know my place and aive ; that is all I want”
”Oh!” ht this of him! How misfortune humbles a man!”
”I proes
”Tell the count that I aned”
”I am pleased, sir, to hear that”
”And the same, also, for Monsieur du Vallon----”
”Not for ned”
”But you will be resigned, my friend”
”Never!”
”He will become so, monsieur; I know him better than he knows hin yourself”
”Adieu, gentlees; ”sleep well!”
”We will try”
De Co apparently in the sanation; but scarcely had he departed when he turned and clasped Porthos in his arms with an expression not to be doubted
”Oh!” cried Porthos; ”what's the one mad, nan; ”we are saved!”
”I don't see that at all,” answered Porthos ”I think we are all taken prisoners, except Ara out are lessened since one ht in Mazarin'sfor two of us, but not strong enough for three of us,” returned D'Artagnan
”I don't understand,” said Porthos
”Never then us for the night”
”What are we to do, then, to-night?”
”To travel--perhaps”
”But----”
”Sit down, dear friend, to table When one is eating, ideas flow easily After supper, when they are perfected, I will communicate my plans to you”
So Porthos sat down to table without another word and ate with an appetite that did honor to the confidence that was ever inspired in hith and Sagacity--Continued
Supper was eaten in silence, but not in sadness; for from time to time one of those sweet sood-hunan Not a scintilla of these was lost on Porthos; and at every one he uttered an exclaht of the idea which possessed his brain
At dessert D'Artagnan reposed in his chair, crossed one leg over the other and lounged about like a man perfectly at his ease
Porthos rested his chin on his hands, placed his elbows on the table and looked at D'Artagnan with an expression of confidence which iood-fellowshi+p
”Well?” said D'Artagnan, at last
”Well!” repeated Porthos
”You were saying, ”
”Yes; you were saying you wished to leave this place”
”Ah, indeed! the as never wanting”
”To get away you would notdown a door or a wall”