Essential Novelists - Alexandre Dumas. Alexandre Dumas

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СКАЧАТЬ “pardon me, madame, if, guardsman as I am, I remind you of prudence—besides, I believe we are not here in a very proper place for imparting confidences. The men I have put to flight will return reinforced; if they find us here, we are lost. I have sent for three of my friends, but who knows whether they were at home?”

      “Yes, yes! You are right,” cried the affrighted Mme. Bonacieux; “let us fly! Let us save ourselves.”

      At these words she passed her arm under that of d’Artagnan, and urged him forward eagerly.

      “But whither shall we fly—whither escape?”

      “Let us first withdraw from this house; afterward we shall see.”

      The young woman and the young man, without taking the trouble to shut the door after them, descended the Rue des Fossoyeurs rapidly, turned into the Rue des Fosses-Monsieur-le-Prince, and did not stop till they came to the Place St. Sulpice.

      “And now what are we to do, and where do you wish me to conduct you?” asked d’Artagnan.

      “I am at quite a loss how to answer you, I admit,” said Mme. Bonacieux. “My intention was to inform Monsieur Laporte, through my husband, in order that Monsieur Laporte might tell us precisely what had taken place at the Louvre in the last three days, and whether there is any danger in presenting myself there.”

      “But I,” said d’Artagnan, “can go and inform Monsieur Laporte.”

      “No doubt you could, only there is one misfortune, and that is that Monsieur Bonacieux is known at the Louvre, and would be allowed to pass; whereas you are not known there, and the gate would be closed against you.”

      “Ah, bah!” said d’Artagnan; “you have at some wicket of the Louvre a CONCIERGE who is devoted to you, and who, thanks to a password, would—”

      Mme. Bonacieux looked earnestly at the young man.

      “And if I give you this password,” said she, “would you forget it as soon as you used it?”

      “By my honor, by the faith of a gentleman!” said d’Artagnan, with an accent so truthful that no one could mistake it.

      “Then I believe you. You appear to be a brave young man; besides, your fortune may perhaps be the result of your devotedness.”

      “I will do, without a promise and voluntarily, all that I can do to serve the king and be agreeable to the queen. Dispose of me, then, as a friend.”

      “But I—where shall I go meanwhile?”

      “Is there nobody from whose house Monsieur Laporte can come and fetch you?”

      “No, I can trust nobody.”

      “Stop,” said d’Artagnan; “we are near Athos’s door. Yes, here it is.”

      “Who is this Athos?”

      “One of my friends.”

      “But if he should be at home and see me?”

      “He is not at home, and I will carry away the key, after having placed you in his apartment.”

      “But if he should return?”

      “Oh, he won’t return; and if he should, he will be told that I have brought a woman with me, and that woman is in his apartment.”

      “But that will compromise me sadly, you know.”

      “Of what consequence? Nobody knows you. Besides, we are in a situation to overlook ceremony.”

      “Come, then, let us go to your friend’s house. Where does he live?”

      “Rue Ferou, two steps from here.”

      “Let us go!”

      Both resumed their way. As d’Artagnan had foreseen, Athos was not within. He took the key, which was customarily given him as one of the family, ascended the stairs, and introduced Mme. Bonacieux into the little apartment of which we have given a description.

      “You are at home,” said he. “Remain here, fasten the door inside, and open it to nobody unless you hear three taps like this;” and he tapped thrice—two taps close together and pretty hard, the other after an interval, and lighter.

      “That is well,” said Mme. Bonacieux. “Now, in my turn, let me give you my instructions.”

      “I am all attention.”

      “Present yourself at the wicket of the Louvre, on the side of the Rue de l’Echelle, and ask for Germain.”

      “Well, and then?”

      “He will ask you what you want, and you will answer by these two words, ‘Tours’ and ‘Bruxelles.’ He will at once put himself at your orders.”

      “And what shall I command him?”

      “To go and fetch Monsieur Laporte, the queen’s VALET DE CHAMBRE.”

      “And when he shall have informed him, and Monsieur Laporte is come?”

      “You will send him to me.”

      “That is well; but where and how shall I see you again?”

      “Do you wish to see me again?”

      “Certainly.”

      “Well, let that care be mine, and be at ease.”

      “I depend upon your word.”

      “You may.”

      D’Artagnan bowed to Mme. Bonacieux, darting at her the most loving glance that he could possibly concentrate upon her charming little person; and while he descended the stairs, he heard the door closed and double-locked. In two bounds he was at the Louvre; as he entered the wicket of L’Echelle, ten o’clock struck. All the events we have described had taken place within a half hour.

      Everything fell out as Mme. Bonacieux prophesied. On hearing the password, Germain bowed. In a few minutes, Laporte was at the lodge; in two words d’Artagnan informed him where Mme. Bonacieux was. Laporte assured himself, by having it twice repeated, of the accurate address, and set off at a run. Hardly, however, had he taken ten steps before he returned.

      “Young man,” said he to d’Artagnan, “a suggestion.”

      “What?”

      “You may get into trouble by what has taken place.”

      “You believe so?”

      “Yes. Have you any friend whose clock is too slow?”

      “Well?”

      “Go and call upon him, in order that he may give evidence of your having been with him at half past nine. СКАЧАТЬ