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queen on the night of the ball at the Hotel de Ville and which she had repurchased from Monsieur des Essarts. "'Tis true. I remember well that diamond, which belonged to the queen."

       "You see, then, that I speak to you in the queen's name. Answer me without acting as if you were on the stage; your interests are

       concerned in your so doing."

       "Faith, my lord, it is very necessary for me to make my fortune, your eminence has so long forgotten me."

       "We need only a week to amend all that. Come, you are accounted for, you are here, but where are your friends?"

       "I do not know, my lord. We have parted company this long time; all three have left the service." "Where can you find them, then?"

       "Wherever they are, that's my business."

       "Well, now, what are your conditions, if I employ you?"

       "Money, my lord, as much money as what you wish me to undertake will require. I remember too well how sometimes we were stopped for want of money, and but for that diamond, which I was obliged to sell, we should have remained on the road."

       "The devil he does! Money! and a large sum!" said Mazarin. "Pray, are you aware that the king has no money in his treasury?"

       "Do then as I did, my lord. Sell the crown diamonds. Trust me, don't let us try to do things cheaply. Great undertakings come poorly off with paltry means."

       "Well," returned Mazarin, "we will satisfy you."

       "Richelieu," thought D'Artagnan, "would have given me five hundred pistoles in advance."

       "You will then be at my service?" asked Mazarin. "Yes, if my friends agree."

       "But if they refuse can I count on you?"

       "I have never accomplished anything alone," said D'Artagnan, shaking his head.

       "Go, then, and find them."

       "What shall I say to them by way of inducement to serve your eminence?"

       "You know them better than I. Adapt your promises to their respective characters." "What shall I promise?"

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       "That if they serve me as well as they served the queen my gratitude shall be magnificent."

       "But what are we to do?"

       "Make your mind easy; when the time for action comes you shall be put in full possession of what I require from you; wait till that time arrives and find out your friends."

       "My lord, perhaps they are not in Paris. It is even probable that I shall have to make a journey. I am only a lieutenant of musketeers, very poor, and journeys cost money.

       "My intention," said Mazarin, "is not that you go with a great following; my plans require secrecy, and would be jeopardized by a too

       extravagant equipment."

       "Still, my lord, I can't travel on my pay, for it is now three months behind; and I can't travel on my savings, for in my twenty-two

       years of service I have accumulated nothing but debts."

       Mazarin remained some moments in deep thought, as if he were fighting with himself; then, going to a large cupboard closed with a

       triple lock, he took from it a bag of silver, and weighing it twice in his hands before he gave it to D'Artagnan: "Take this," he said with a sigh, "'tis merely for your journey."

       "If these are Spanish doubloons, or even gold crowns," thought D'Artagnan, "we shall yet be able to do business together." He saluted the cardinal and plunged the bag into the depths of an immense pocket.

       "Well, then, all is settled; you are to set off," said the cardinal.

       "Yes, my lord."

       "Apropos, what are the names of your friends?"

       "The Count de la Fere, formerly styled Athos; Monsieur du Vallon, whom we used to call Porthos; the Chevalier d'Herblay, now the

       Abbe d'Herblay, whom we styled Aramis----" The cardinal smiled.

       "Younger sons," he said, "who enlisted in the musketeers under feigned names in order not to lower their family names. Long swords but light purses. Was that 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 become 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 come 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 complacent 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 connois-

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       seur 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.

       6. 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 become 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 become 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 companions should endow him with one of the gifts each had received from Heaven.

       Notwithstanding his commission in the musketeers, D'Artagnan felt completely 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--comprised 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