Part 11 (1/2)
”Go on--go on, Monsieur Moliere I quite understand the interest you take in the plates--I will not disturb your studies”
”Thank you”
”But on one condition; that you tell ly; in his own room Only--”
”Only that one can't enter it?”
”Unapproachable”
”For everybody?”
”Everybody He brought ht be at my ease to make my observations, and then he went away”
”Well, o and tell him I aeous dog, froained; ”I disturb nan, how hard you are upon o directly and tell M Percerin that I anan, in a low tone, ”I warn you of one thing: that I won't exhibit to you the friend I have brought with esture, ”This gentleman, is it not?”
”Yes”
Moliere fixed upon Porthos one of those looks which penetrate the minds and hearts ofone, for he i cha all this ti at every angle of the counter either a murmur or a menace, as the waves leave foam or scattered seaweed on the sands, when they retire with the ebbing tide In about ten nan fros The latter hurried after hi a labyrinth of corridors, introduced him to M Percerin's roo up in folds a piece of gold-flowered brocade, so as the better to exhibit its luster Perceiving D'Artagnan, he put the silk aside, and came to meet him, by no means radiant with joy, and by no ether, in a tolerably civil 's ed”
”Eh! yes, on the king's costu three, they tell me”
”Five, my dear sir, five”
”Three or five, 'tis all the same to me, my dear monsieur; and I know that you will make them most exquisitely”
”Yes, I know Once made they will be the most beautiful in the world, I do not deny it; but that they may be the most beautiful in the word, they must first be made; and to do this, captain, I am pressed for time”
”Oh, bah! there are two days yet; 'tis nan, in the coolest possible manner
Percerin raised his head with the air of a man little accustonan did not pay the least attention to the airs which the illustrious tailor began to assu you a customer”
”Ah! ah!” exclaimed Percerin, crossly
”M le Baron du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds,” continued D'Artagnan Percerin attempted a bohich found no favor in the eyes of the terrible Porthos, who, fro the tailor askance
”A very good friend of nan