hat it？〃
〃If； God willing； these swords should be devoted to the service of your eminence；〃 said D'Artagnan； 〃I shall venture to express a wish； which is； that in its turn the purse of your eminence may bee light and theirs heavy for with these three men your eminence may rouse all Europe if you like。〃
〃These Gascons；〃 said the cardinal； laughing； 〃almost beat the Italians in effrontery。〃
〃At all events；〃 answered D'Artagnan； with a smile almost as crafty as the cardinal's； 〃they beat them when they draw their swords。〃
He then withdrew； and as he passed into the courtyard he stopped near a lamp and dived eagerly into the bag of money。
〃Crown pieces only silver pieces！ I suspected it。 Ah！ Mazarin！ Mazarin！ thou hast no confidence in me！ so much the worse for thee； for harm may e of it！〃
Meanwhile the cardinal was rubbing his hands in great satisfaction。
〃A hundred pistoles！ a hundred pistoles！ for a hundred pistoles I have discovered a secret for which Richelieu would have paid twenty thousand crowns； without reckoning the value of that diamond〃 he cast a placent look at the ring； which he had kept； instead of restoring to D'Artagnan 〃which is worth； at least； ten thousand francs。〃
He returned to his room； and after depositing the ring in a casket filled with brilliants of every sort； for the cardinal was a connoisseur in precious stones； he called to Bernouin to undress him； regardless of the noises of gun…fire that； though it was now near midnight； continued to resound through Paris。
In the meantime D'Artagnan took his way toward the Rue Tiquetonne； where he lived at the Hotel de la Chevrette。
We will explain in a few words how D'Artagnan had been led to choose that place of residence。
D'Artagnan in his Fortieth Year
Years have elapsed； many events have happened； alas！ since； in our romance of 〃The Three Musketeers；〃 we took leave of D'Artagnan at No。 12 Rue des Fossoyeurs。 D'Artagnan had not failed in his career； but circumstances had been adverse to him。 So long as he was surrounded by his friends he retained his youth and the poetry of his character。 He was one of those fine； ingenuous natures which assimilate themselves easily to the dispositions of others。 Athos imparted to him his greatness of soul； Porthos his enthusiasm； Aramis his elegance。 Had D'Artagnan continued his intimacy with these three men he would have bee a superior character。 Athos was the first to leave him； in order that he might retire to a little property he had inherited near Blois； Porthos； the second； to marry an attorney's wife； and lastly； Aramis； the third； to take orders and bee an abbe。 From that day D'Artagnan felt lonely and powerless； without courage to pursue a career in which he could only distinguish himself on condition that each of his three panions should endow him with one of the gifts each had received from Heaven。
Notwithstanding his mission in the musketeers； D'Artagnan felt pletely solitary。 For a time the delightful remembrance of Madame Bonancieux left on his character a certain poetic tinge； perishable indeed； for like all other recollections in this world； these impressions were； by degrees； effaced。 A garrison life is fatal even to the most aristocratic organization； and imperceptibly； D'Artagnan； always in the camp； always on horseback； always in garrison； became （I know not how in the present age one would express it） a typical trooper。 His early refinement of character was not only not lost； it grew even greater than ever； but it was now applied to the little； instead of to the great things of life to the martial condition of the soldier prised under the head of a good lodging； a rich table； a congenial hostess。 These important advantages D'Artagnan found to his own taste in the Rue Tiquetonne at the sign of the Roe。
From the time D'Artagnan took quarters in that hotel； the mistress of the house； a pretty and fresh looking Flemish woman； twenty…five or twenty…six years old； had been singularly interested in him； and after certain love passages； much obstructed by an inconvenient husband to whom a dozen times D'Artagnan had made a pretence of passing a sword through his body； that husband had disappeared one fine morning； after furtively selling certain choice lots of wine； carrying away with him money and jewels。 He was thought to be dead； his wife； especially； who cherished the pleasing idea that she was a widow； stoutly maintained that death had taken him。 Therefore； after the connection had continued three years； carefully fostered by D'Artagnan； who found his bed and his mistress more agreeable every year； each doing credit to the other； the mistress conceived the extraordinary desire of being a wife and proposed to D'Artagnan that he should marry her。
〃Ah； fie！〃 D'Artagnan replied。 〃Bigamy； my dear！ e now； you don't really wish it？〃
〃But he is dead； I am sure of it。〃
〃He was a very contrary fellow and might e back on purpose to have us hanged。〃
〃All right； if he es back you will kill him； you are so skillful and so brave。〃
〃Peste！ my darling！ another way of getting hanged。〃
〃So you refuse my request？〃
〃To be sure I do furiously！〃
The pretty landlady was desolate。 She would have taken D'Artagnan not only as her husband； but as her God； he was so handsome and had so fierce a mustache。
Then along toward the fourth year came the expedition of Franche…te。 D'Artagnan was assigned to it and made his preparations to depart。 There were then great griefs； tears without end and solemn promises to remain faithful all of course on the part of the hostess。 D'Artagnan was too grand to promise anything； he purposed only to do all that he could to increase the glory of his name。
As to that； we know D'Artagnan's courage； he exposed himself freely to danger and while charging at the head of his pany he received a ball through the chest which laid him prostrate on the field of battle。 He had been seen falling from his horse and had not been seen to rise； every one； therefore； believed him to be dead； especially those to whom his death would give promotion。 One believes readily what he wishes to believe。 Now in the army； from the division…generals who desire the： death of the general…in…chief； to the soldiers who desire the death of the corporals； all desire some one's death。
But D'Artagnan was not a man to let himself be killed like that。 After he had remained through the heat of the day unconscious on the battle…field； the cool freshness of the night brought him to himself。 He gained a village； knocked at the door of the finest house and was received as the wounded are always and everywhere received in France。 He was petted； tended； cured； and one fine morning； in better health than ever before； he set out for France。 Once in France he turned his course toward Paris； and reaching Paris went straight to Rue Tiquetonne。
But D'Artagnan found in his chamber the personal equipment of a man； plete； except for the sword； arranged along the wall。
〃He has returned；〃 said he。 〃So much the worse； and so much the better！〃
It need not be said that D'Artagnan was still thinking of the husband。 He made inquiries and discovered that the servants were new and that the mistress had gone for a walk。
〃Alone？〃 asked D'Artagnan。
〃With monsieur。〃
〃Monsieur has returned； then？〃
〃Of course；〃 naively replied the servant。
〃If I had any money；〃 said D'Artagnan to himself； 〃I would go away； but I have none。 I must stay and follow the advice of my hostess； while thwarting the conjugal designs of this inopportune apparition。〃
He had just pleted this monologue which proves that in momentous circumstances nothing is more natural than the monologue when the servant…maid； watching at the door； suddenly cried out：
〃Ah！ see！ here is madame returning with monsieur。〃
D'Artagnan looked out and at the corner of Rue Montmartre saw the hostess ing along hanging to the arm of an enormous Swiss； who tiptoed in his walk with a magnificent air which pleasantly reminded him of his old friend Porthos。
〃Is that monsieur？〃 said D'Artagnan to himself。 〃Oh！ oh！ he has grown a good deal； it seems to me。〃 And he sat down in the hall； choosing a conspicuous place。
The hostess； as she entered； saw D'Artagnan and uttered a little cry； whereupon D'Artagnan； judging that he had been recognized； rose； ran to her and embraced her tenderly。 The Swiss； with an air of stupefaction； looked at the hostess； who turned pale。
〃Ah； it is you； monsieur！ What do you want of me？〃 she asked； in great distress。
〃Is monsieur your cousin？ Is monsieur your brother？〃 said D'Artagnan； not in the slightest degree embarrassed in the role he was playing。 And without waiting for her reply he threw himself into the arms of the Helvetian； who received him with great coldness。
〃Who is that man？〃 he asked。
The hostess replied only by gasps。
〃Who is that Swiss？〃 asked D'Artagnan。
〃Monsieur is going to marry me；〃 replied the hostess； between two gasps。
〃Your husband； then； is at last dead？〃
〃How does that concern you？〃 replied the Swiss。
〃It concerns me much；〃 said D'Artagnan； 〃since you cannot m