Part 61 (1/2)

”A tall, dark entleain he, forever he! He is my demon, apparently And the other?”

”Which?”

”The short one”

”Oh, he was not a gentleman, I'll answer for it; besides, he did not wear a sword, and the others treated him with snan ”Poor woman, poor woman, what have they done with you?”

”You have proood monsieur?” said the old entleiven you ain bent his way toward the ferry

Sometimes he hoped it could not be Mme Bonacieux, and that he should find her next day at the Louvre; soue with another, who, in a jealous fit, had surprised her and carried her off His rief, and despair

”Oh, if I had my three friends here,” cried he, ”I should have, at least, so her; but who knohat has beco was to find Planchet d'Artagnan went successively into all the cabarets in which there was a light, but could not find Planchet in any of thean to reflect that the search was rather dubious

D'Artagnan had appointed six o'clock in the ht

Besides, it ca in the environs of the spot on which this sad event had passed, he would, perhaps, have soht thrown upon the mysterious affair At the sixth cabaret, then, as we said, d'Artagnan stopped, asked for a bottle of wine of the best quality, and placing himself in the darkest corner of the rooain his hopes were disappointed, and although he listened with all his ears, he heard nothing, amid the oaths, coarse jokes, and abuse which passed between the laborers, servants, and carters who comprised the honorable society of which he formed a part, which could put him upon the least track of her who had been stolen fro sed the contents of his bottle, to pass the time as well as to evade suspicion, to fall into the easiest position in his corner and to sleep, whether well or ill D'Artagnan, be it ree sleep has its ihts which it imperiously insists upon, even with the saddest hearts

Toward six o'clock d'Artagnan aith that uncoenerally acco in e had been taken of his sleep, and having found his diaer, his purse in his pocket, and his pistols in his belt, he rose, paid for his bottle, and went out to try if he could have any better luck in his search after his lackey than he had had the night before

The first thing he perceived through the daray mist was honest Planchet, ith the two horses in hand, awaited hinan had passed without even a suspicion of its existence

25 PORTHOS

Instead of returning directly hohted at the door of M de Treville, and ran quickly up the stairs This time he had decided to relate all that had passed M de Treville would doubtless give hiood advice as to the whole affair Besides, as M de Treville saw the queen alht be able to draw fro wo pay very dearly for her devotedness to herman's account with a seriousness which proved that he saw so else in this adventure besides a love affair When d'Artagnan had finished, he said, ”Huue off”

”But what is to be done?” said d'Artagnan

”Nothing, absolutely nothing, at present, but quitting Paris, as I told you, as soon as possible I will see the queen; I will relate to her the details of the disappearance of this poor wouide her on her part, and on your return, I shall perhaps have sonan knew that, although a Gascon, M de Treville was not in the habit ofpromises, and that when by chance he did promise, he ratitude for the past and for the future; and the worthy captain, who on his side felt a lively interest in this young man, so brave and so resolute, pressed his hand kindly, wishi+ng him a pleasant journey

Determined to put the advice of M de Treville in practice instantly, d'Artagnan directed his course toward the Rue des Fossoyeurs, in order to superintend the packing of his valise On approaching the house, he perceived M Bonacieux inat his threshold

All that the prudent Planchet had said to hi about the sinister character of the old nan, who looked at him with more attention than he had done before In fact, in addition to that yellow, sickly paleness which indicates the insinuation of the bile in the blood, and whichperfidiously significant in the play of the wrinkled features of his countenance A rogue does not laugh in the same way that an honest ood faith All falsehood is a mask; and however well made the mask may be, with a little attention weit fronan that M Bonacieux wore a reeable to look upon In consequence of this feeling of repugnance, he was about to pass without speaking to him, but, as he had done the day before, M Bonacieux accosted hi hts! Seven o'clock in the ! PESTE! You seem to reverse ordinary custo out”

”No one can reproach you for anything of the kind, Monsieur Bonacieux,”

said the young ular people It is true that when aand pretty wife, he has no need to seek happiness elsewhere Happiness comes to meet him, does it not, Monsieur Bonacieux?”