Part 66 (1/2)
”Don't you see how his back is laden?”
”Yes, yes!”
”Don't you see your lad talking with the postilion?”
”Yes, yes, yes!”
”Well, you know the name of that lad, because he is your own Call him”
”Abdon! Abdon!” vociferated Planchet, fronan
”Bring the horse!” screaive ten livres to the postilion,” said D'Artagnan, in the tone he would have e up the first two bags, two to bring up the two last,--and move, Mordioux! be lively!”
Planchet rushed down the stairs, as if the devil had been at his heels
Abeneath their burden D'Artagnan sent thearrets, carefully closed the door, and addressing Planchet, who, in his turn, looked a little wild,--
”Noe are by ourselves,” said he; and he spread upon the floor a large cover, and e into it Planchet did the sanan, all in a tremble, let out the precious bowels of the third with a knife When Planchet heard the provoking sound of the silver and gold--when he saw bubbling out of the bags the shi+ning crohich glittered like fish fro his hands up to the elbows in that still rising tide of yellow and white coins, a giddiness seized hi, he sank heavily down upon the enorht caused to roll away in all directions Planchet, suffocated with joy, had lost his senses D'Artagnan threw a glass of white wine in his face, which incontinently recalled hiood heavens!” said Planchet, wiping his rocers wore the cavalier mustache and the lansquenet beard, only the money baths, already rare in those days, have beconan, ”there are a hundred thousand livres for you, partner Draw your share, if you please, and I will draw nan, the lovely suretted that I had to give you so rocer, Planchet
There, let us close our accounts, for, as they say, short reckoningsfriends”
”Oh! rather, in the first place, tell me the whole history,” said Planchet; ”that nan, stroking his mustache, ”I can't say no; and if ever the historian turns to me for information, he will be able to say he has not dipped his bucket into a dry spring Listen, then, Planchet, I will tell you all about it”
”And I shall build piles of crowns,” said Planchet ”Begin, nan, drawing his breath
”And that is it,” said Planchet, picking up his first handful of crowns
Chapter xxxIX Mazarin's Ga with a dark colored velvet, which threw into strong relief the gilded fra of the arrival of the two Frenchmen, the whole court was asseave a card party to the king and queen
A small screen separated three prepared tables At one of these tables the king and the two queens were seated Louis XIV, placed opposite to the young queen, his wife, smiled upon her with an expression of real happiness Anne of Austria held the cards against the cardinal, and her daughter-in-law assisted her in the ga at her husband As for the cardinal, as lying on his bed with a weary and careworn face, his cards were held by the Comtesse de Soissons, and he watched them with an incessant look of interest and cupidity
The cardinal's face had been painted by Bernouin; but the rouge, which glowed only on his cheeks, threw into stronger contrast the sickly pallor of his countenance and the shi+ning yellow of his brow His eyes alone acquired a more brilliant luster from this auxiliary, and upon those sick man's eyes were, fro, the queen, and the courtiers The fact is, that the two eyes of the Signor Mazarin were the stars more or less brilliant in which the France of the seventeenth century read its destiny every evening and every neur neither won nor lost; he was, therefore, neither gay nor sad It was a stagnation in which, full of pity for hily left him; but in order to attract the attention of the sick man by some brilliant stroke, she erous, because Mazarin would have changed his indifference into an ugly grierous, because she aainst her partiality for Mazarin Profiting by this cal When not in a bad humor, M de Mazarin was a very debonnaire prince, and he, who prevented nobody froh to prevent people fro, provided they made up theirAt the first table, the king's younger brother, Philip, Duc d'Anjou, was adlass of a box His favorite, the Chevalier de Lorraine, leaning over the back of the prince's chair, was listening, with secret envy, to the Co in choice terms the various vicissitudes of fortune of the royal adventurer Charles II He told, as so rinations in Scotland, and his terrors when the enehts spent in trees, and days spent in hunger and co interested his auditors so greatly, that the play languished even at the royal table, and the young king, with a pensive look and downcast eye, folloithout appearing to give any attention to it, the smallest details of this Odyssey, very picturesquely related by the Comte de Guiche
The Comtesse de Soissons interrupted the narrator: ”Confess, count, you are inventing”