"I have chosen Le Mans," said he to Athos."Is it a good country?""Excellent, my friend," replied the count, without ****** him observe that Le Mans was in the same direction as La Touraine, and that by waiting two days, at most, he might travel with a friend.But D'Artagnan, more embarrassed than the count, dug, at every explanation, deeper into the mud, into which he sank by degrees."I shall set out to-morrow at daybreak," said he at last."Till that time, will you come with me, Raoul?""Yes, monsieur le chevalier," said the young man, "if monsieur le comte does not want me.""No, Raoul I am to have an audience to-day of Monsieur, the king's brother; that is all I have to do."Raoul asked Grimaud for his sword, which the old man brought him immediately."Now then," added D'Artagnan, opening his arms to Athos, "adieu, my dear friend!" Athos held him in a long embrace, and the musketeer, who knew his discretion so well, murmured in his ear -- "An affair of state," to which Athos only replied by a pressure of the hand, still more significant.They then separated.Raoul took the arm of his old friend, who led him along the Rue-Saint-Honore."I am conducting you to the abode of the god Plutus," said D'Artagnan to the young man; "prepare yourself.The whole day you will witness the piling up of crowns.Heavens! how Iam changed!"
"Oh! what numbers of people there are in the street!" said Raoul.
"Is there a procession to-day?" asked D'Artagnan of a passer-by.
"Monsieur, it is a hanging," replied the man.
"What! a hanging at the Greve?" said D'Artagnan.
"Yes, monsieur."
"The devil take the rogue who gets himself hung the day Iwant to go and take my rent!" cried D'Artagnan."Raoul, did you ever see anybody hung?""Never, monsieur -- thank God!"
"Oh! how young that sounds! If you were on guard in the trenches, as I was, and a spy! But, pardon me, Raoul, I am doting -- you are quite right, it is a hideous sight to see a person hung! At what hour do they hang them, monsieur, if you please?""Monsieur," replied the stranger respectfully, delighted at joining conversation with two men of the sword, "it will take place about three o'clock.""Aha! it is now only half-past one; let us step out, we shall be there in time to touch my three hundred and seventy-five livres, and get away before the arrival of the malefactor.""Malefactors, monsieur," continued the bourgeois; "there are two of them.""Monsieur, I return you many thanks," said D'Artagnan, who, as he grew older, had become polite to a degree.Drawing Raoul along, he directed his course rapidly in the direction of La Greve.Without that great experience musketeers have of a crowd, to which were joined an irresistible strength of wrist, and an uncommon suppleness of shoulders, our two travelers would not have arrived at their place of destination.They followed the line of the Quai, which they had gained on quitting the Rue Saint-Honore, where they left Athos.D'Artagnan went first; his elbow, his wrist, his shoulder formed three wedges which he knew how to insinuate with skill into the groups, to make them split and separate like firewood.He made use sometimes of the hilt of his sword as an additional help: introducing it between ribs that were too rebellious, ****** it take the part of a lever or crowbar, to separate husband from wife, uncle from nephew, and brother from brother.And all this was done so naturally, and with such gracious smiles, that people must have had ribs of bronze not to cry thank you when the wrist made its play, or hearts of diamond not to be enchanted when such a bland smile enlivened the lips of the musketeer.
Raoul, following his friend, cajoled the women who admired his beauty, pushed back the men who felt the rigidity of his muscles, and both opened, thanks to these maneuvers, the compact and muddy tide of the populace.They arrived in sight of the two gibbets, from which Raoul turned away his eyes in disgust.As for D'Artagnan, he did not even see them; his house with its gabled roof, its windows crowded with the curious, attracted and even absorbed all the attention he was capable of.He distinguished in the Place and around the houses a good number of musketeers on leave, who, some with women, others with friends, awaited the crowning ceremony.What rejoiced him above all was to see that his tenant, the cabaretier, was so busy he hardly knew which way to turn.Three lads could not supply the drinkers.
They filled the shop, the chambers, and the court, even.
D'Artagnan called Raoul's attention to this concourse, adding: "The fellow will have no excuse for not paying his rent.Look at those drinkers, Raoul, one would say they were jolly companions.Mordioux! why, there is no room anywhere!"D'Artagnan, however, contrived to catch hold of the master by the corner of his apron, and to make himself known to him.
"Ah, monsieur le chevalier," said the cabaretier, half distracted, "one minute if you please.I have here a hundred mad devils turning my cellar upside down.""The cellar, if you like, but not the money-box.""Oh, monsieur, your thirty-seven and a half pistoles are all counted out ready for you, upstairs in my chamber, but there are in that chamber thirty customers, who are sucking the staves of a little barrel of Oporto which I tapped for them this very morning.Give me a minute, -- only a minute.""So be it; so be it."
"I will go," said Raoul, in a low voice, to D'Artagnan;"this hilarity is vile!"
