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"Then you came here to defend him?" "Him? whom?"

       "The man we are seeking."

       "It seems," said D'Artagnan, "that whilst I thought I was coming to Noisy I have entered, without suspecting it, into the kingdom of mysteries."

       "Come," replied the same lofty tone, "answer! Are you waiting for him underneath these windows? Did you come to Noisy to de-fend him?"

       "I am waiting for no one," replied D'Artagnan, who was beginning to be angry. "I propose to defend no one but myself, and I shall defend myself vigorously, I give you warning."

       "Very well," said the voice; "go away from here and leave the place to us."

       "Go away from here!" said D'Artagnan, whose purposes were in conflict with that order, "that is not so easy, since I am on the point of falling, and my horse, too, through fatigue; unless, indeed, you are disposed to offer me a supper and a bed in the neighborhood."

       "Rascal!"

       "Eh! monsieur!" said D'Artagnan, "I beg you will have a care what you say; for if you utter another word like that, be you marquis,

       duke, prince or king, I will thrust it down your throat! do you hear?"

       "Well, well," rejoined the leader, "there's no doubt 'tis a Gascon who is speaking, and therefore not the man we are looking for. Our

       blow has failed for to-night; let us withdraw. We shall meet again, Master d'Artagnan," continued the leader, raising his voice.

       "Yes, but never with the same advantages," said D'Artagnan, in a tone of raillery; "for when you meet me again you will perhaps be

       alone and there will be daylight."

       "Very good, very good," said the voice. "En route, gentlemen."

       And the troop, grumbling angrily, disappeared in the darkness and took the road to Paris. D'Artagnan and Planchet remained for

       some moments still on the defensive; then, as the noise of the horsemen became more and more distant, they sheathed their swords.

       "Thou seest, simpleton," said D'Artagnan to his servant, "that they wished no harm to us." "But to whom, then?"

       "I'faith! I neither know nor care. What I do care for now, is to make my way into the Jesuits' convent; so to horse and let us knock at

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       their door. Happen what will, the devil take them, they can't eat us."

       And he mounted his horse. Planchet had just done the same when an unexpected weight fell upon the back of the horse, which sank down.

       "Hey! your honor!" cried Planchet, "I've a man behind me."

       D'Artagnan turned around and plainly saw two human forms on Planchet's horse.

       "'Tis then the devil that pursues!" he cried; drawing his sword and preparing to attack the new foe.

       "No, no, dear D'Artagnan," said the figure, "'tis not the devil, 'tis Aramis; gallop fast, Planchet, and when you come to the end of the

       village turn swiftly to the left."

       And Planchet, with Aramis behind him, set off at full gallop, followed by D'Artagnan, who began to think he was in the merry maze of some fantastic dream.

       9. The Abbe D'Herblay.

       At the extremity of the village Planchet turned to the left in obedience to the orders of Aramis, and stopped underneath the window which had light in it. Aramis alighted and clapped his hands three times. Immediately the window was opened and a ladder of rope was let down from it.

       "My friend," said Aramis, "if you like to ascend I shall be delighted to receive you." "Ah," said D'Artagnan, "is that the way you return to your apartment?"

       "After nine at night, pardieu!" said Aramis, "the rule of the convent is very severe." "Pardon me, my dear friend," said D'Artagnan, "I think you said 'pardieu!'"

       "Do you think so?" said Aramis, smiling; "it is possible. You have no idea, my dear fellow, how one acquires bad habits in these

       cursed convents, or what evil ways all these men of the church have, with whom I am obliged to live. But will you not go up?" "Pass on before me, I beg of you."

       "As the late cardinal used to say to the late king, 'only to show you the way, sire.'" And Aramis ascended the ladder quickly and reached the window in an instant.

       D'Artagnan followed, but less nimbly, showing plainly that this mode of ascent was not one to which he was accustomed.

       "I beg your pardon," said Aramis, noticing his awkwardness; "if I had known that I was to have the honor of your visit I should have procured the gardener's ladder; but for me alone this is good enough."

       "Sir," said Planchet when he saw D'Artagnan on the summit of the ladder, "this way is easy for Monsieur Aramis and even for you;

       in case of necessity I might also climb up, but my two horses cannot mount the ladder."

       "Take them to yonder shed, my friend," said Aramis, pointing to a low building on the plain; "there you will find hay and straw for them; then come back here and clap your hands three times, and we will give you wine and food. Marry, forsooth, people don't die of hunger here."

       And Aramis, drawing in the ladder, closed the window. D'Artagnan then looked around attentively.

       Never was there an apartment at the same time more warlike and more elegant. At each corner were arranged trophies, presenting

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       to view swords of all sorts, and on the walls hung four great pictures representing in their ordinary military costume the Cardinal

       de Lorraine, the Cardinal de Richelieu, the Cardinal de la Valette, and the Archbishop of Bordeaux. Exteriorly, nothing in the room showed that it was the habitation of an abbe. The hangings were of damask, the carpets from Alencon, and the bed, especially, had more the look of a fine lady's couch, with its trimmings of fine lace and its embroidered counterpane, than that of a man who had made a vow that he would endeavor to gain Heaven by fasting and mortification.

       "You are examining my den," said Aramis. "Ah, my dear fellow, excuse me; I am lodged like a Chartreux. But what are you looking

       for?"

       "I am looking for the person who let down the ladder. I see no one and yet the ladder didn't come down of itself." "No, it is Bazin."

       "Ah! ah!" said D'Artagnan.

       "But," continued Aramis, "Bazin is a well trained servant, and seeing that I was not alone he discreetly retired. Sit down, my dear friend, and let us talk." And Aramis pushed forward a large easy-chair, in which D'Artagnan stretched himself out.

       "In the first place, you will sup with me, will you not?" asked Aramis.

       "Yes, if you really wish it," said D'Artagnan, "and even with great pleasure, I confess; the journey has given me a devil of an appetite."

       "Ah, my poor friend!" said Aramis, "you will find meagre fare; you were not expected."

       "Am I then threatened with the omelet of Crevecoeur?"

       "Oh, let us hope," said Aramis, "that with the help of God and of Bazin we shall find something better than that in the larder of the

       worthy Jesuit fathers. Bazin, my friend, come here."

       The door opened and Bazin entered; on perceiving the musketeer he uttered an exclamation that was almost a cry of despair. "My dear Bazin," said D'Artagnan, "I am delighted to see with what wonderful composure you can tell a lie even in church!" "Sir," replied Bazin, "I have been taught by the good Jesuit fathers that it is permitted to tell a falsehood when it is told in a good

       cause."

       "So far well," said Aramis; "we are dying of hunger. Serve us up the best supper you can, and especially give us some good wine."

       Bazin bowed low, sighed, and left the room.

       "Now we are alone, dear Aramis," said D'Artagnan, "tell me how the devil you managed to alight upon the back of Planchet's horse."