Essential Novelists - Alexandre Dumas. Alexandre Dumas

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      “That is true,” replied d’Artagnan.

      “Believe me,” continued Treville, “in enterprises of this kind, in order that one may arrive, four must set out.”

      “Ah, you are right, monsieur,” said d’Artagnan; “but you know Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, and you know if I can dispose of them.”

      “Without confiding to them the secret which I am not willing to know?”

      “We are sworn, once for all, to implicit confidence and devotedness against all proof. Besides, you can tell them that you have full confidence in me, and they will not be more incredulous than you.”

      “I can send to each of them leave of absence for fifteen days, that is all—to Athos, whose wound still makes him suffer, to go to the waters of Forges; to Porthos and Aramis to accompany their friend, whom they are not willing to abandon in such a painful condition. Sending their leave of absence will be proof enough that I authorize their journey.”

      “Thanks, monsieur. You are a hundred times too good.”

      “Begone, then, find them instantly, and let all be done tonight! Ha! But first write your request to Dessessart. Perhaps you had a spy at your heels; and your visit, if it should ever be known to the cardinal, will thus seem legitimate.”

      D’Artagnan drew up his request, and M. de Treville, on receiving it, assured him that by two o’clock in the morning the four leaves of absence should be at the respective domiciles of the travelers.

      “Have the goodness to send mine to Athos’s residence. I should dread some disagreeable encounter if I were to go home.”

      “Be easy. Adieu, and a prosperous voyage. A PROPOS,” said M. de Treville, calling him back.

      D’Artagnan returned.

      “Have you any money?”

      D’Artagnan tapped the bag he had in his pocket.

      “Enough?” asked M. de Treville.

      “Three hundred pistoles.”

      “Oh, plenty! That would carry you to the end of the world. Begone, then!”

      D’Artagnan saluted M. de Treville, who held out his hand to him; d’Artagnan pressed it with a respect mixed with gratitude. Since his first arrival at Paris, he had had constant occasion to honor this excellent man, whom he had always found worthy, loyal, and great.

      His first visit was to Aramis, at whose residence he had not been since the famous evening on which he had followed Mme. Bonacieux. Still further, he had seldom seen the young Musketeer; but every time he had seen him, he had remarked a deep sadness imprinted on his countenance.

      This evening, especially, Aramis was melancholy and thoughtful. D’Artagnan asked some questions about this prolonged melancholy. Aramis pleaded as his excuse a commentary upon the eighteenth chapter of St. Augustine, which he was forced to write in Latin for the following week, and which preoccupied him a good deal.

      After the two friends had been chatting a few moments, a servant from M. de Treville entered, bringing a sealed packet.

      “What is that?” asked Aramis.

      “The leave of absence Monsieur has asked for,” replied the lackey.

      “For me! I have asked for no leave of absence.”

      “Hold your tongue and take it!” said d’Artagnan. “And you, my friend, there is a demipistole for your trouble; you will tell Monsieur de Treville that Monsieur Aramis is very much obliged to him. Go.”

      The lackey bowed to the ground and departed.

      “What does all this mean?” asked Aramis.

      “Pack up all you want for a journey of a fortnight, and follow me.”

      “But I cannot leave Paris just now without knowing—”

      Aramis stopped.

      “What is become of her? I suppose you mean—” continued d’Artagnan.

      “Become of whom?” replied Aramis.

      “The woman who was here—the woman with the embroidered handkerchief.”

      “Who told you there was a woman here?” replied Aramis, becoming as pale as death.

      “I saw her.”

      “And you know who she is?”

      “I believe I can guess, at least.”

      “Listen!” said Aramis. “Since you appear to know so many things, can you tell me what is become of that woman?”

      “I presume that she has returned to Tours.”

      “To Tours? Yes, that may be. You evidently know her. But why did she return to Tours without telling me anything?”

      “Because she was in fear of being arrested.”

      “Why has she not written to me, then?”

      “Because she was afraid of compromising you.”

      “d’Artagnan, you restore me to life!” cried Aramis. “I fancied myself despised, betrayed. I was so delighted to see her again! I could not have believed she would risk her liberty for me, and yet for what other cause could she have returned to Paris?”

      “For the cause which today takes us to England.”

      “And what is this cause?” demanded Aramis.

      “Oh, you’ll know it someday, Aramis; but at present I must imitate the discretion of ‘the doctor’s niece.’”

      Aramis smiled, as he remembered the tale he had told his friends on a certain evening. “Well, then, since she has left Paris, and you are sure of it, d’Artagnan, nothing prevents me, and I am ready to follow you. You say we are going—”

      “To see Athos now, and if you will come thither, I beg you to make haste, for we have lost much time already. A PROPOS, inform Bazin.”

      “Will Bazin go with us?” asked Aramis.

      “Perhaps so. At all events, it is best that he should follow us to Athos’s.”

      Aramis called Bazin, and, after having ordered him to join them at Athos’s residence, said “Let us go then,” at the same time taking his cloak, sword, and three pistols, opening uselessly two or three drawers to see if he could not find stray coin. When well assured this search was superfluous, he followed d’Artagnan, wondering to himself how this young Guardsman should know so well who the lady was to whom he had given hospitality, and that he should know better than himself what had become of her.

      Only as they went out Aramis placed СКАЧАТЬ