Essential Novelists - Alexandre Dumas. Alexandre Dumas

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СКАЧАТЬ Treville, who had a tincture of literature, “and Monsieur de Benserade was quoting it to me the other day. Stop a minute—ah, this is it: ‘Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes,’ which means, ‘Beware of the enemy who makes you presents.”

      “This diamond does not come from an enemy, monsieur,” replied d’Artagnan, “it comes from the queen.”

      “From the queen! Oh, oh!” said M. de Treville. “Why, it is indeed a true royal jewel, which is worth a thousand pistoles if it is worth a denier. By whom did the queen send you this jewel?”

      “She gave it to me herself.”

      “Where?”

      “In the room adjoining the chamber in which she changed her toilet.”

      “How?”

      “Giving me her hand to kiss.”

      “You have kissed the queen’s hand?” said M. de Treville, looking earnestly at d’Artagnan.

      “Her Majesty did me the honor to grant me that favor.”

      “And that in the presence of witnesses! Imprudent, thrice imprudent!”

      “No, monsieur, be satisfied; nobody saw her,” replied d’Artagnan, and he related to M. de Treville how the affair came to pass.

      “Oh, the women, the women!” cried the old soldier. “I know them by their romantic imagination. Everything that savors of mystery charms them. So you have seen the arm, that was all. You would meet the queen, and she would not know who you are?”

      “No; but thanks to this diamond,” replied the young man.

      “Listen,” said M. de Treville; “shall I give you counsel, good counsel, the counsel of a friend?”

      “You will do me honor, monsieur,” said d’Artagnan.

      “Well, then, off to the nearest goldsmith’s, and sell that diamond for the highest price you can get from him. However much of a Jew he may be, he will give you at least eight hundred pistoles. Pistoles have no name, young man, and that ring has a terrible one, which may betray him who wears it.”

      “Sell this ring, a ring which comes from my sovereign? Never!” said d’Artagnan.

      “Then, at least turn the gem inside, you silly fellow; for everybody must be aware that a cadet from Gascony does not find such stones in his mother’s jewel case.”

      “You think, then, I have something to dread?” asked d’Artagnan.

      “I mean to say, young man, that he who sleeps over a mine the match of which is already lighted, may consider himself in safety in comparison with you.”

      “The devil!” said d’Artagnan, whom the positive tone of M. de Treville began to disquiet, “the devil! What must I do?”

      “Above all things be always on your guard. The cardinal has a tenacious memory and a long arm; you may depend upon it, he will repay you by some ill turn.”

      “But of what sort?”

      “Eh! How can I tell? Has he not all the tricks of a demon at his command? The least that can be expected is that you will be arrested.”

      “What! Will they dare to arrest a man in his Majesty’s service?”

      “PARDIEU! They did not scruple much in the case of Athos. At all events, young man, rely upon one who has been thirty years at court. Do not lull yourself in security, or you will be lost; but, on the contrary—and it is I who say it—see enemies in all directions. If anyone seeks a quarrel with you, shun it, were it with a child of ten years old. If you are attacked by day or by night, fight, but retreat, without shame; if you cross a bridge, feel every plank of it with your foot, lest one should give way beneath you; if you pass before a house which is being built, look up, for fear a stone should fall upon your head; if you stay out late, be always followed by your lackey, and let your lackey be armed—if, by the by, you can be sure of your lackey. Mistrust everybody, your friend, your brother, your mistress—your mistress above all.”

      D’Artagnan blushed.

      “My mistress above all,” repeated he, mechanically; “and why her rather than another?”

      “Because a mistress is one of the cardinal’s favorite means; he has not one that is more expeditious. A woman will sell you for ten pistoles, witness Delilah. You are acquainted with the Scriptures?”

      D’Artagnan thought of the appointment Mme. Bonacieux had made with him for that very evening; but we are bound to say, to the credit of our hero, that the bad opinion entertained by M. de Treville of women in general, did not inspire him with the least suspicion of his pretty hostess.

      “But, A PROPOS,” resumed M. de Treville, “what has become of your three companions?”

      “I was about to ask you if you had heard any news of them?”

      “None, monsieur.”

      “Well, I left them on my road—Porthos at Chantilly, with a duel on his hands; Aramis at Crevecoeur, with a ball in his shoulder; and Athos at Amiens, detained by an accusation of coining.”

      “See there, now!” said M. de Treville; “and how the devil did you escape?”

      “By a miracle, monsieur, I must acknowledge, with a sword thrust in my breast, and by nailing the Comte de Wardes on the byroad to Calais, like a butterfly on a tapestry.”

      “There again! De Wardes, one of the cardinal’s men, a cousin of Rochefort! Stop, my friend, I have an idea.”

      “Speak, monsieur.”

      “In your place, I would do one thing.”

      “What?”

      “While his Eminence was seeking for me in Paris, I would take, without sound of drum or trumpet, the road to Picardy, and would go and make some inquiries concerning my three companions. What the devil! They merit richly that piece of attention on your part.”

      “The advice is good, monsieur, and tomorrow I will set out.”

      “Tomorrow! Any why not this evening?”

      “This evening, monsieur, I am detained in Paris by indispensable business.”

      “Ah, young man, young man, some flirtation or other. Take care, I repeat to you, take care. It is woman who has ruined us, still ruins us, and will ruin us, as long as the world stands. Take my advice and set out this evening.”

      “Impossible, monsieur.”

      “You have given your word, then?”

      “Yes, monsieur.”

      “Ah, that’s quite another thing; but promise me, if you should not be killed tonight, that you will go tomorrow.”

      “I promise СКАЧАТЬ