Part 32 (1/2)
”Monsieur Racan, perhaps,” said D'Artagnan
”Yes, that was his nale in the little canal, after which we dine, croith flowers That is Wednesday”
”Peste!” said D'Artagnan; ”you don't divide your pleasures badly And Thursday?--what can be left for poor Thursday?”
”It is not very unfortunate,
”Thursday, Olyether allvassals, and we neur can't run now, no neur throws the disc as nobody else can throw it And when he does deal a blow, oh, that proves a misfortune!”
”How so?”
”Yes, ed to renounce the cestus He cracked heads; he broke jaws--beat in ribs It was char to play with him”
”Then his wrist--”
”Oh, ets a trifle weaker in his legs,--he confesses that hie in his arms, so that--”
”So that he can knock down bullocks, as he used to formerly”
”Monsieur, better than that--he beats in walls Lately, after having supped with one of our farneur is--after supper, as a joke, he struck the wall a blow The wall crumbled away beneath his hand, the roof fell in, and three men and an old woman were stifled”
”Good God, Mousqueton! And your neur, a little skin was rubbed off his head We bathed the wounds with so the , monsieur”
”Deuce take the Olympic pleasures! They must cost your master too dear; for s and orphans--”
”They all had pensions, neur's revenue was spent in that way”
”Then pass on to Friday,” said D'Artagnan
”Friday, noble and warlike pleasures We hunt, we fence, we dress falcons and break horses Then, Saturday is the day for intellectual pleasures: we adorn our neur's pictures and statues; rite, even, and trace plans: and then we fire neur's cannon”
”You draw plans, and fire cannon?”
”Yes, nan, ”M du Vallon, in truth, possesses the most subtle and amiable mind that I know But there is one kind of pleasure you have forgotten, it appears to me”
”What is that, monsieur?” asked Mousqueton, with anxiety
”The material pleasures”