Part 54 (1/2)
”Pardieu! general But tell , what you wrote by Athos, that is to say, the Comte de la Fere--you know--the day of our arrival?”
”I have no secrets from you now,” replied Monk ”I wrote these words: 'Sire, I expect your nan, ”I no longer say it is bold; I say it is well played; it is a fine stroke!”
”You are soe in such eneral had ever e to Holland
Chapter xxxII Athos and D'Artagnan meet onceof England reat pomp, as he afterwards did in London He had sent for his brothers; he had brought over his iven up to herself--that is to say, to tyranny, mediocrity and nonsense--that this return of Charles II, wholish only knew as the son of the doood wishes, all the accla so forcibly that he stooped and whispered in the ear of Jaer brother, ”In truth, Ja absent fronificent Beautiful weather favored the soleood huured; hearts seest this noisy crowd of courtiers and worshi+pers, who did not appear to remember they had conducted to the scaffold at Whitehall the father of the new king, a arb of a lieutenant of musketeers, looked, with a smile upon his thin, intellectual lips, sos, and sometimes at the prince, who pretended emotion, and who bowed most particularly to the women, whose bouquets fell beneath his horse's feet
”What a fine trade is that of king!” said this man, so completely absorbed in conte the cortege to file past ”Now, there is, in good truth, a prince all bespangled over with gold and dia e his empty hands into the immense coffer in which his now faithful--but so lately unfaithful--subjects have aold They cast bouquets enough upon him to smother hio, they would have sent as many bullets and balls at hi to be born in a certain sphere, with due respect to the loho pretend that it is of very little advantage to thee continued to file on, and, with the king, the acclaan to die away in the direction of the palace, which, however, did not prevent our officer fro pushed about
”Mordioux!” continued the reasoner, ”these people tread upon my toes and look upon me as of very little consequence, or rather of none at all, seeing that they are Englishmen and I am a Frenchnan?' they would reply, 'Nescio vos' But let any one say to the by,' they would run away, shouting,--'Vive le roi!'
'Vive M Monk!' till their lungs were exhausted And yet,” continued he, surveying, with that look so crowd,--”and yet, reflect a little,has done, on what M Monk has done, and then think what has been done by this poor unknoho is called M d'Artagnan! It is true you do not know hi about the matter! But, bah! whata great king, although he has been exiled twelve years, or M Monk froe to Holland in a box Well, then, since it is adreat captain,--'Hurrah for King Charles II!--Hurrah for General Monk!'” And his voice led with the voices of the hundreds of spectators, over which it sounded for a moment Then, the better to play the devoted man, he took off his hat and waved it in the air Soht of his expansive loyalism (In 1660 that was so ternan, ”you here!” And the two friends seized each other's hands
”You here!--and being here,” continued the musketeer, ”you are not in the midst of all these courtiers, my dear co on the left hand of the king, as M Monk is prancing on the right? In truth, I cannot comprehend your character, nor that of the prince es you so nan!” said Athos ”Will you never correct yourself of that vile habit?”
”But you do not foreant?”
”I do not, because I was not willing to do so”
”And ere you not willing?”
”Because I am neither envoy nor a of France; and it does not beco than the one God has given me for a master”
”Mordioux! you ca, his father”
”That was another thing, my friend; he was about to die”
”And yet that which you did for him--”
”I did it because it was my duty to do it But you know I hate all ostentation Let King Charles II, then, who no longer stands in need of me, leave me to my rest, and the shadow; that is all I claihed
”What is the matter with you?” said Athos ”One would say that this happy return of the king to London saddens you, my friend; you who have done at least as much for his nan, with his Gascon laugh, ”have I not doneit?”
”Yes, yes, but the king is well aware of it, my friend,” cried Athos