Part 124 (1/2)
”Well, that gentlerin?”
”Noe are co with a ruler in his hand, any one should ask rin?' I should reply: 'He is the architect of the house' Well! M Getard is the Boulingrin of M Fouquet But he has nothing to do with the fortifications, which are my department alone; do you understand? nan, letting his arives up his sword; ”ah! rapher, you are, still further, a dialectician of the first water”
”Is it not powerfully reasoned?” said Porthos: and he puffed and blew like the conger which D'Artagnan had let slip fronan, ”that shabby-looking man, who accompanies M
Getard, is he also of the household of M Fouquet?”
”Oh! yes,” said Porthos, with contempt; ”it is one M Jupenet, or Juponet, a sort of poet”
”Who is come to establish hiht M Fouquet had poets enough, yonder--Scudery, Loret, Pelisson, La Fontaine? If I races you”
”Eh!--my friend; but what saves us is that he is not here as a poet”
”As what, then, is he?”
”As printer And you make me remember, I have a word to say to the cuistre”
”Say it, then”
Porthos nan, and did not care to con froed to obey As he approached, ”Come hither!” said Porthos ”You only landed yesterday and you have begun your tricks already”
”How so,
”Your press was groaning all night, , corne de boeuf!”
”Monsieur--” objected Jupenet, ti yet to print: therefore you have no occasion to set your press going What did you print last night?”
”Monsieur, a light poeht! no, no, roaned pitifully beneath it Let it not happen again Do you understand?”
”Yes, monsieur”
”You promise me?”
”I do, monsieur!”
”Very well; this time I pardon you Adieu!”
The poet retreated as humbly as he had approached