Part 7 (1/2)
”Ah! you scoundrel!” cried D'Artagnan, taking thehis sword
”Sir!” cried the man, ”in the name of Heaven put your sword back into the sheath and don't kill me unheard I'm no thief, but an honest citizen, well off in the world, with a house of nan?”
”And thou--Planchet!” cried the lieutenant
”At your service, sir,” said Planchet, overwhel you”
”Perhaps so,” replied D'Artagnan ”But why the devil dost thou run about the tops of houses at seven o'clock of thein the month of January?”
”Sir,” said Planchet, ”you ht not to know----”
”Tell us what,” returned D'Artagnan, ”but first put a napkin against theand draw the curtains”
”Sir,” said the prudent Planchet, ”in the first place, are you on good terms with Monsieur de Rochefort?”
”Perfectly; one of my dearest friends”
”Ah! so much the better!”
”But what has De Rochefort to do with thismy room?”
”Ah, sir! I must first tell you that Monsieur de Rochefort is----”
Planchet hesitated
”Egad, I knohere he is,” said D'Artagnan ”He's in the Bastile”
”That is to say, he was there,” replied Planchet ”But in returning thither last night, when fortunately you did not acco the Rue de la Ferronnerie his guards insulted the people, who began to abuse theood opportunity for escape; he called out his name and cried for help I was there I heard the name of Rochefort I remembered him well I said in a loud voice that he was a prisoner, a friend of the Duc de Beaufort, who called for help The people were infuriated; they stopped the horses and cut the escort to pieces, whilst I opened the doors of the carriage and Monsieur de Rochefort just the crowd At this ed to sound a retreat toward the Rue Tiquetonne; I was pursued and took refuge in the house next to this, where I have been concealed between two utters and----”
”Well,” interrupted D'Artagnan, ”I ahted that De Rochefort is free, but as for thee, if thou shouldst fall into the hands of the king's servants they will hang thee without mercy Nevertheless, I proh I risk by concealing thee neither more nor less than ave one rebel an asylum”
”Ah! sir, you knoell I would risk my life for you”
”Thou otten all I owe thee Sit down there and eat in security I see thee cast expressive glances at the remains of my supper”
”Yes, sir; for all I've had since yesterday was a slice of bread and butter, with preserves on it Although I don't despise sweet things in proper tiht”
”Poor fellow!” said D'Artagnan ”Well, co to save my life a second time!” cried Planchet
And he seated himself at the table and ate as he did in the nan walked to and fro and thought how he could make use of Planchet under present circumstances While he turned this over in his mind Planchet did his best to h of satisfaction and paused, as if he had partially appeased his hunger
”Coht that it was now a convenient tiations, ”dost thou knohere Athos is?”
”No, sir,” replied Planchet
”The devil thou dost not! Dost knohere Porthos is?”
”No--not at all”
”And Aramis?”
”Not in the least”
”The devil! the devil! the devil!”
”But, sir,” said Planchet, with a look of shrewdness, ”I knohere Bazin is”
”Where is he?”
”At Notre Dame”
”What has he to do at Notre Dame?”
”He is beadle”
”Bazin beadle at Notre Dame! He must knohere his nan thought for a o out
”Sir,” said Planchet, in a mournful tone, ”do you abandon me thus to my fate? Think, if I am found out here, the people of the house, who have not seen me enter it, will take nan ”Let's see Canst thou speak any patois?”
”I can do so better than that, sir, I can speak Flemish”
”Where the devil didst thou learn it?”
”In Artois, where I fought for years Listen, sir Goeden e sond heets omstand”
”Which means?”
”Good-day, sir! I am anxious to know the state of your health”