Part 129 (1/2)
Fouquet's; the garrison is M Fouquet's; the galleys are M Fouquet's I confess, then, that nothing would have surprised me in your enfeoffment, or rather in that of your diocese, to M Fouquet He is a different , that is all; but quite as powerful as Louis”
”Thank God! I a to nobody, and a this conversation, folloith his eye every gesture of D'Artagnan, every glance of Porthos But D'Artagnan was impassible and Porthos motionless; the thrusts aimed so skillfully were parried by an able adversary; not one hit the ue of such a contest, and the announcement of supper ell received by everybody
Supper changed the course of conversation Besides, they felt that, upon their guard as each one had been, they could neither of thee Porthos had understood nothing of what had been meant He had held hin not to stir Supper, for hih for Porthos The supper, then, went off very well
D'Artagnan was in high spirits Aramis exceeded himself in kind affability Porthos ate like old Pelops Their talk was of war, finance, the arts, and love Aranan risked This long series of surprises increased the nan provoked the suspicions of Aranedly, uttered the name of Colbert: he had reserved that stroke for the last
”Who is this Colbert?” asked the bishop
”Oh! co! We must be careful, ave Ara M Colbert he could desire The supper, or rather, the conversation, was prolonged till one o'clock in the nan and Aramis At ten o'clock precisely, Porthos had fallen asleep in his chair and snored like an organ At ht he woke up and they sent hi asleep; but that was all very interesting you were talking about”
At one o'clock Aranan to the chamber destined for him, which was the best in the episcopal residence Two servants were placed at his co leave of D'Artagnan, ”ill take, if agreeable to you, a ride on horseback with Porthos”
”At eight o'clock!” said D'Artagnan; ”so late?”
”You know that I require seven hours' sleep,” said Araht, dear friend!” And he enan allowed him to depart; then, as soon as the door closed, ”Good!” cried he, ”at five o'clock I will be on foot”
This deter ether,” as people say
Chapter LXXIII In which Porthos begins to be sorry for having couished his taper, when Araliht in his friend's apartment, traversed the corridor on tiptoe, and went to Porthos's rooiant who had been in bed nearly an hour and a half, lay grandly stretched out on the down bed He was in that happy calm of the first sleep, which, with Porthos, resisted the noise of bells or the report of cannon: his head swa un to dream The door of the chamber opened softly under the delicate pressure of the hand of Aramis The bishop approached the sleeper A thick carpet deadened his steps, besides which Porthos snored in a manner to drown all noise He laid one hand on his shoulder--”Rouse,” said he, ”wake up, my dear Porthos” The voice of Aramis was soft and kind, but it conveyed ht, but it indicated danger Porthos heard the voice and felt the hand of Araoes there?” cried he, in his giant's voice
”Hush!+ hush!+ It is I,” said Aramis
”You, my friend? And what the devil do you wake me for?”
”To tell you that you must set off directly”
”Set off?”
”Yes”
”Where for?”
”For Paris”
Porthos bounded up in his bed, and then sank back down again, fixing his great eyes in agitation upon Araues?” said he