In which it is seen that the French Grocer had already been established in the Seventeenth Century.
His accounts once settled, and his recommendations made, D'Artagnan thought of nothing but returning to Paris as soon as possible.Athos, on his part, was anxious to reach home and to rest a little.However whole the character and the man may remain after the fatigues of a voyage, the traveler perceives with pleasure, at the close of the day -- even though the day has been a fine one -- that night is approaching, and will bring a little sleep with it.So, from Boulogne to Paris, jogging on, side by side, the two friends, in some degree absorbed each in his individual thoughts, conversed of nothing sufficiently interesting for us to repeat to our readers.Each of them given up to his personal reflections, and constructing his future after his own fashion, was, above all, anxious to abridge the distance by speed.Athos and D'Artagnan arrived at the gates of Paris on the evening of the fourth day after leaving Boulogne.
"Where are you going, my friend?" asked Athos."I shall direct my course straight to my hotel.""And I straight to my partner's."
"To Planchet's?"
"Yes; at the Pilon d'Or."
"Well, but shall we not meet again?"
"If you remain in Paris, yes, for I shall stay here.""No: after having embraced Raoul, with whom I have appointed a meeting at my hotel, I shall set out immediately for La Fere.""Well, adieu, then, dear and true friend.""Au revoir! I should rather say, for why can you not come and live with me at Blois? You are free, you are rich, Ishall purchase for you, if you like, a handsome estate in the vicinity of Chiverny or of Bracieux.On the one side you will have the finest woods in the world, which join those of Chambord; on the other, admirable marshes.You who love sporting, and who, whether you admit it or not, are a poet, my dear friend, you will find pheasants, rail and teal, without counting sunsets and excursions on the water, to make you fancy yourself Nimrod and Apollo themselves.While awaiting the purchase, you can live at La Fere, and we shall go together to fly our hawks among the vines, as Louis XIII.
used to do.That is a quiet amusement for old fellows like us."D'Artagnan took the hands of Athos in his own."Dear count,"said he, "I shall say neither `Yes' nor `No.' Let me pass in Paris the time necessary for the regulation of my affairs, and accustom myself, by degrees, to the heavy and glittering idea which is beating in my brain and dazzles me.I am rich, you see, and from this moment until the time when I shall have acquired the habit of being rich, I know myself, and Ishall be an insupportable animal.Now, I am not enough of a fool to wish to appear to have lost my wits before a friend like you, Athos.The cloak is handsome, the cloak is richly gilded, but it is new, and does not seem to fit me."Athos smiled."So be it," said he."But a propos of this cloak, dear D'Artagnan, will you allow me to offer you a little advice?""Yes, willingly."
"You will not be angry?"
"Proceed."
"When wealth comes to a man late in life or all at once, that man, in order not to change, must most likely become a miser -- that is to say, not spend much more money than he had done before; or else become a prodigal, and contract so many debts as to become poor again.""Oh! but what you say looks very much like a sophism, my dear philosophic friend.""I do not think so.Will you become a miser?""No, pardieu! I was one already, having nothing.Let us change.""Then be prodigal."
"Still less, Mordioux! Debts terrify me.Creditors appear to me, by anticipation like those devils who turn the damned upon the gridirons, and as patience is not my dominant virtue, I am always tempted to thrash those devils.""You are the wisest man I know, and stand in no need of advice from any one.Great fools must they be who think they have anything to teach you.But are we not at the Rue Saint Honore?""Yes, dear Athos."
"Look yonder, on the left, that small, long white house is the hotel where I lodge.You may observe that it has but two stories; I occupy the first; the other is let to an officer whose duties oblige him to be absent eight or nine months in the year, -- so I am in that house as in my own home, without the expense.""Oh! how well you manage, Athos! What order and what liberality! They are what I wish to unite! But, of what use trying! that comes from birth, and cannot be acquired.""You are a flatterer! Well! adieu, dear friend.A propos, remember me to Master Planchet; he was always a bright fellow.""And a man of heart, too, Athos.Adieu."
And they separated.During all this conversation, D'Artagnan had not for a moment lost sight of a certain pack-horse, in whose panniers, under some hay, were spread the sacoches (messenger's bags) with the portmanteau.Nine o'clock was striking at Saint-Merri.Planchet's helps were shutting up his shop.D'Artagnan stopped the postilion who rode the pack-horse, at the corner of the Rue des Lombards, under a penthouse, and calling one of Planchet's boys, he desired him not only to take care of the two horses, but to watch the postilion; after which he entered the shop of the grocer, who had just finished supper, and who, in his little private room, was, with a degree of anxiety, consulting the calendar, on which, every evening, he scratched out the day that was past.At the moment when Planchet, according to his daily custom, with the back of his pen, erased another day, D'Artagnan kicked the door with his foot, and the blow made his steel spur jingle."Oh! good Lord!" cried Planchet.The worthy grocer could say no more; he had just perceived his partner.D'Artagnan entered with a bent back and a dull eye:
the Gascon had an idea with regard to Planchet.
"Good God!" thought the grocer, looking earnestly at the traveler, "he looks sad!" The musketeer sat down.
