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of understanding their idea.
"It is clear," said Grimaud, "that if the comte is in the carriage, either he is set at liberty or they are taking him to another prison."
"We shall soon see that by the road he takes," answered Porthos.
"If he is set at liberty," said Grimaud, "they will conduct him home."
"True," rejoined Porthos.
"The carriage does not take that way," cried Raoul; and indeed the horses were just disappearing down the Faubourg St. Antoine.
"Let us hasten," said Porthos; "we will attack the carriage on the road and tell Athos to flee."
"Rebellion," murmured Raoul.
Porthos darted a second glance at Raoul, quite worthy of the first. Raoul replied only by spurring the flanks of his steed. In a few moments the three cavaliers had overtaken the carriage, and followed it so closely that their horses' breath moistened the back of it. D'Artagnan, whose senses were ever on the alert, heard the trot of the horses, at the moment when Raoul was telling Porthos to pass the chariot, so as to see who was the person accompanying Athos. Porthos complied, but could not see anything, for the blinds were lowered. Rage and impatience were gaining mastery over Raoul. He had just noticed the mystery preserved by Athos's companion, and determined on proceeding to extremities. On his part D'Artagnan had perfectly recognized Porthos, and Raoul also, from under the blinds, and had communicated to the comte the result of his observation. They were desirous only of seeing whether Raoul and Porthos would push the affair to the uttermost. And this they speedily did, for Raoul, presenting his pistol, threw himself on the leader, commanding the coachmen to stop. Porthos seized the coachman, and dragged him from his seat. Grimaud already had hold of the carriage door. Raoul threw open his arms, exclaiming, "M. le comte! M. le comte!"
"Ah! is it you, Raoul?" said Athos, intoxicated with joy.
"Not bad, indeed!" added D'Artagnan, with a burst of laughter, and they both embraced the young man and Porthos, who had taken possession of them.
"My brave Porthos! best of friends," cried Athos, "it is still the same old way with you."
"He is still only twenty," said D'Artagnan, "brave Porthos!"
"Confound it," answered Porthos, slightly confused, "we thought that you were being arrested."
"While," rejoined Athos, "the matter in question was nothing but my taking a drive in M. d'Artagnan's carriage."
"But we followed you from the Bastile," returned Raoul, with a tone of suspicion and reproach.
"Where we had been to take supper with our friend M. Baisemeaux. Do you recollect Baisemeaux, Porthos?"
"Very well, indeed."
"And there we saw Aramis."
"In the Bastile?"
"Ah!" said Porthos, again breathing freely.
"He gave us a thousand messages to you."
"And where is M. le comte going?" asked Grimaud, already recompensed by a smile from his master.
"We were going home to Blois."
"How can that be?"
"At once?" said Raoul.
"Yes, right forward."
"Without any luggage?"
"Oh! Raoul would have been instructed to forward me mine, or to bring it with him on his return, _if_ he returns."
"If nothing detains him longer in Paris," said D'Artagnan, with a glance firm and cutting as steel, and as painful (for it reopened the poor young fellow's wounds), "he will do well to follow you, Athos."
"There is nothing to keep me any longer in Paris," said Raoul.
"Then we will go immediately."
"And M. d'Artagnan?"
"Oh! as for me, I was only accompanying Athos as far as the barrier, and I return with Porthos."
"Very good," said the latter.
"Come, my son," added the comte, gently passing his arm around Raoul's neck to draw him into the carriage, and again embracing him. "Grimaud," continued the comte, "you will return quietly to Paris with your horse and M. du Vallon's, for Raoul and I will mount here and give up the carriage to these two gentlemen to return to Paris in; and then, as soon as you arrive, you will take my clothes and letters and forward the whole to me at home."
"But," observed Raoul, who was anxious to make the comte converse, "when you return to Paris, there will not be a single thing there for you – which will be very inconvenient."
"I think it will be a very long time, Raoul, ere I return to Paris. The last sojourn we have made there has not been of a nature to encourage me to repeat it."
Raoul hung down his head and said not a word more. Athos descended from the carriage and mounted the horse which had brought Porthos, and which seemed no little pleased at the exchange. Then they embraced, and clasped each other's hands, and interchanged a thousand pledges of eternal friendship. Porthos promised to spend a month with Athos at the first opportunity. D'Artagnan engaged to take advantage of his first leave of absence; and then, having embraced Raoul for the last time: "To you, my boy," said he, "I will write." Coming from D'Artagnan, who he knew wrote very seldom, these words expressed everything. Raoul was moved even to tears. He tore himself away from the musketeer and departed.
D'Artagnan rejoined Porthos in the carriage: "Well," said he, "my dear friend, what a day we have had!"
"Indeed we have," answered Porthos.
"You must be quite worn out."
"Not quite; however, I shall retire early to rest, so as to be ready for to-morrow."
"Why! to complete what I have begun."
"You make me shudder, my friend, you seem to me quite angry. What the devil _have_ you begun which is not finished?"
"Listen; Raoul has not fought, but _I_ must fight!"
"With whom? with the king?"
"How!" exclaimed Porthos, astounded, "with the king?"
"Yes, I say, you great baby, with the king."
"I assure you it is with M. Saint-Aignan."
"Look now, this is what I mean; you draw your sword against the king in fighting with this gentleman."
"Ah!" said Porthos, staring; "are you sure of it?"
"Indeed I am."
"What in the world are we to do, then?"
"We must try and make a good supper, Porthos. The captain of the musketeers keeps a tolerable table. There you will see the handsome Saint-Aignan, and will drink his health."
"I?" cried Porthos, horrified.
"What!" said D'Artagnan, "you refuse to drink the king's health?"
"But, body alive! I am not talking to you about the king at all; I am speaking of M. de Saint-Aignan."
"But when I repeat that it is the same thing?"
"Ah, well, well!" said Porthos, overcome.
"You understand, don't you?"
"No," answered Porthos, "but 'tis all the same."
Chapter LXVII: M. de Baisemeaux's "Society."
The reader has not forgotten that, on quitting the Bastile, D'Artagnan and the Comte de la Fere had left Aramis in close confabulation with Baisemeaux. When once these two guests had departed, Baisemeaux did not in the least perceive that the conversation suffered by their absence. He used to think that wine after supper, and that of the Bastile in particular, was excellent, and that it was a stimulation quite sufficient to make any honest man talkative. But he little knew his Greatness, who was never more impenetrable that at dessert. His Greatness, however, perfectly understood M. de Baisemeaux, when he reckoned on making the governor discourse by the means which the latter regarded as
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