"Do you remember, Athos," said he, "the passage of the `Memoires de D'Aubigny,' in which that devoted servant, a Gascon like myself, poor as myself, and, I was going to add, brave as myself, relates instances of the meanness of Henry IV.? My father always told me, I remember, that D'Aubigny was a liar.But, nevertheless, examine how all the princes, the issue of the great Henry, keep up the character of the race.""Nonsense!" said Athos, "the kings of France misers? You are mad, my friend.""Oh! you are so perfect yourself, you never agree to the faults of others.But, in reality, Henry IV.was covetous, Louis XIII., his son, was so likewise; we know something of that, don't we? Gaston carried this vice to exaggeration, and has made himself, in this respect, hated by all who surround him.Henriette, poor woman, might well be avaricious, she who did not eat every day, and could not warm herself every winter; and that is an example she has given to her son Charles II., grandson of the great Henry IV., who is as covetous as his mother and his grandfather.
See if I have well traced the genealogy of the misers?""D'Artagnan, my friend," cried Athos, "you are very rude towards that eagle race called the Bourbons.""Eh! and I have forgotten the best instance of all -- the other grandson of the Bearnais, Louis XIV., my ex-master.
Well, I hope he is miserly enough, he who would not lend a million to his brother Charles! Good! I see you are beginning to be angry.Here we are, by good luck, close to my house, or rather to that of my friend, M.Monk.""My dear D'Artagnan, you do not make me angry, you make me sad; it is cruel, in fact, to see a man of your deserts out of the position his services ought to have acquired; it appears to me, my dear friend, that your name is as radiant as the greatest names in war and diplomacy.Tell me if the Luynes, the Ballegardes, and the Bassompierres have merited, as we have, fortunes and honors? You are right, my friend, a hundred times right."D'Artagnan sighed, and preceded his friend under the porch of the mansion Monk inhabited, at the extremity of the city.
"Permit me," said he, "to leave my purse at home; for if in the crowd those clever pickpockets of London, who are much boasted of, even in Paris, were to steal from me the remainder of my poor crowns, I should not be able to return to France.Now, content I left France, and wild with joy Ishould return to it, seeing that all my prejudices of former days against England have returned, accompanied by many others."Athos made no reply.
"So then, my dear friend, one second, and I will follow you," said D'Artagnan."I know you are in a hurry to go yonder to receive your reward, but, believe me, I am not less eager to partake of your joy, although from a distance.
Wait for me." And D'Artagnan was already passing through the vestibule, when a man, half servant, half soldier, who filled in Monk's establishment the double functions of porter and guard, stopped our musketeer, saying to him in English:
"I beg your pardon, my Lord d'Artagnan!"
"Well," replied the latter: "what is it? Is the general going to dismiss me? I only needed to be expelled by him."These words, spoken in French, made no impression upon the person to whom they were addressed and who himself only spoke an English mixed with the rudest Scotch.But Athos was grieved at them, for he began to think D'Artagnan was not wrong.
The Englishman showed D'Artagnan a letter: "From the general," said he.
"Aye! that's it, my dismissal!" replied the Gascon."Must Iread it, Athos?"
"You must be deceived," said Athos, "or I know no more honest people in the world but you and myself."D'Artagnan shrugged his shoulders and unsealed the letter, while the impassible Englishman held for him a large lantern, by the light of which he was enabled to read it.
"Well, what is the matter?" said Athos, seeing the countenance of the reader change.
"Read it yourself," said the musketeer.
Athos took the paper and read:
Monsieur d'Artagnan.-- The king regrets very much you did not come to St.Paul's with his cortege.He missed you, as Ialso have missed you, my dear captain.There is but one means of repairing all this.His majesty expects me at nine o'clock at the palace of St.James's: will you be there at the same time with me? His gracious majesty appoints that hour for an audience he grants you."This letter was from Monk.
