Chapter 25 Chapter 23 Tryst

D'Artagnan ran home.Although it was past three o'clock in the morning, and the area he ran through was the most unsafe area in Paris, he did not encounter any trouble along the way.Everyone knows that drunks and lovers have a patron saint. Finding the door to the alley ajar, he went up the stairs, knocked in the manner familiar to his valet, and Planchet opened it for him.He had sent Planchet back from the town hall two hours before, and had told him to wait for him at home. Did someone send me a letter?d'Artagnan asked hastily. No one has sent a letter, sir, replied Planchet, but a letter has come of its own accord.

What did you say, idiot? I mean, even though the key to the door was always in my pocket, I came back to find a letter on the green tablecloth in your bedroom. where is the letter I didn't move where I was, sir.It's not normal for letters to get into people's homes just like that.If the windows were open, even a little, I would have nothing to say, but there were none, they were all shut.Beware, sir, there is no doubt that there is magic in it. At this moment the young man rushed into the bedroom, opened the letter, and saw that it was written by Madame Bonacieur, which read as follows:

There are all kinds of sincere thanks to express and convey to you.Please go to the town of Santa Cruz at about ten o'clock tonight, opposite the small building on the corner of Mr. Estrell's house. C．Wave As dArtagnan read this letter, he felt his heart dilate and contract violently, and felt that slight convulsion that torments and soothes a lover's heart. It was the first love letter he got, and it was the first date he got.His heart was full of joy, as if drunk, and he felt that he was going to faint at the gate of love, the paradise on earth. Well, Monsieur, said Planchet, noticing his master's blushing and turning pale, how about it?I guessed right, it must be bad luck, right?

You guessed wrong, Planchet.D'Artagnan replied, "Is there any evidence? This is one crown. Take it and drink to my health." Thank you, sir, for rewarding the villain with this crown. I will definitely follow my master's instructions to the letter. But to be honest, the letter just entered the closed room like this. It fell from the sky, friend, it fell from the sky. So, are you happy, sir?asked Planchet. Dear Planchet, I am the happiest man in the world. Then, I can go to sleep while my husband is happy. OK, go to sleep. May God bless Mr. Blessings, but to be honest, that letter

Planchet shook his head suspiciously, and withdrew; dArtagnan's generosity did not allay his doubts. D'Artagnan, left alone, read the letter several times, and kissed the few lines written by his beautiful mistress over and over again, a total of twenty times.At last he went to bed and lay down, and fell asleep with one golden dream after another. He got up at seven o'clock in the morning and woke Planchet, who still had the worry on his face from the night before. Planchet, said d'Artagnan, I may go out all day, until seven o'clock you are free, but at seven o'clock in the evening you will be ready with your two horses.

ah!Looks like we're going to have a few more holes in our skin, Planchet said. You'll take muskets and pistols. Well, am I right?Exclaimed Planchet, I'm sure it wasn't that damned letter! But don't worry, idiot, it's just to have fun. Yeah, just like the last interesting trip, the guns rained down, and the ground was full of traps. But if you are afraid, Monsieur Planchet, I will not take you.I'd rather go alone than be accompanied by someone trembling with fear. "That's an insult to me, sir," said Planchet, "I think you've seen how I actually behave.

Yes, but I thought your courage was exhausted once. Once there is a chance, sir will see that I still have courage, but I hope that sir will not abuse it, if he wants me to maintain courage for a long time. Do you think you have the courage to join in the action tonight? I hope there are still. Well, it's up to you. I'll be ready when the appointed hour comes, but I think sir only has one horse in the Garrison Stable. There may be only one now, but tonight there will be four. Our last trip seemed to be a repacking trip. Not bad at all.said d'Artagnan. With a final wave of his hand, he gave Planchet a word, and went out.

Monsieur Bonasseur was standing at his door.D'Artagnan would have passed him by without speaking to the venerable upholsterer, but he greeted his lodger with such kindness and kindness that he was obliged not only to return his salute, Also had to talk to him. Besides, how could one not condescend to such a husband?His wife has already asked you to have a tryst tonight at the small building opposite Estre's house in Santa Cruz Town! D'Artagnan approached with the most civility. The topic naturally fell to the matter of the poor man squatting in the dormitory.Bonacieur did not know that d'Artagnan had overheard his conversation with the stranger from Meyne, and was telling his young lodger about the persecutions he had received from the devil of Lavma.Throughout the course of the story he repeated again and again that the man was the cardinal's executioner, and gave endless descriptions of the Bastille, its bars, side doors, transoms, bars, and instruments of torture.

D'Artagnan listened to him courteously, and when he had finally finished, asked: And Madame Bonasseur, do you know who kidnapped her?Remember that it was under that difficult circumstance that I had the privilege of meeting you. well!They wouldn't tell me, replied Bonacieur, and my wife swore she didn't know.But you yourself, asked Bonacieur, turning the subject in a very innocent tone, what have you been doing these days?I have not seen you, nor your friends.The other day I saw Planchet scrubbing your riding boots for you. So much dirt was brushed off. I don't think it all came from the streets of Paris?

You are right, my dear Monsieur Bonacieur, my friends and I took a little excursion. Is it far from here? ah!My God, it's not far, only fifty leagues.We sent M. Athos to the spa Forges; my friends remained there. And you're back, aren't you?Bonacieur had a very sly look on his face. For a handsome boy like you, mistresses are not allowed to take long vacations. Someone is waiting impatiently for you in Paris, isn't it? To tell the truth, replied the young man with a smile, I had better admit to you that I can't hide anything from you.Yes, someone is waiting for me, waiting impatiently, I assure you.

A cloud passed over Bonasseur's face, faintly, and d'Artagnan did not notice it. Do you want to be rewarded for working so hard?The clothing supplier asked again.There was also a change in his voice, a change which d'Artagnan had not noticed, any more than he had noticed, just a moment before, the cloud that had passed over the venerable man's face. Hello!Don't be so yin and yang, okay!d'Artagnan laughed. Don't get me wrong, I'm telling you this, said Bonacieur, just to know if you're going to be late. Why ask this, dear landlord?D'Artagnan asked back, are you planning to wait for my return? No, but because ever since I was arrested and my house was burglarized, I've been terrified to hear the door open, especially at night.well!any idea!I am not a soldier! oh!Don't be afraid if I come back at one, two or three in the morning; don't be afraid if I don't come back at all. This time, Bonacieur's face became so pale that d'Artagnan could not have been unaware, and asked him what was the matter. Nothing, replied Bonacieur, nothing.It's just that since the disaster, I often suddenly become very weak, just now I suddenly felt cold all over.Please don't take it to heart, your only concern should be how to be happy. Then I'm going to go about my business, because I'm very happy. It's still early, what's the rush, didn't you mean tonight? Yes, it will be there tonight, thank goodness!Maybe you look forward to this evening as impatiently as I do, maybe tonight Mrs. Bonnacer will come back to join you both. Madame Bonacieur was not free tonight, and the husband said gravely that there was something at court and she couldn't get away. Bad luck for you, dear landlord, bad luck for you.When I was happy, I wanted everyone to be happy.It seems impossible. The young man laughed and left, thinking that only he himself understood his joke. Go and have fun!Bonasser said in a strange way.But d'Artagnan was too far away to hear; and if he had, he would not have noticed it, in his state of mind. He went to M. de Treville's residence.The reader will recall that he was brief and silent that evening at the Treville residence. He saw that M. de Treville was in a good mood.While the king and queen were gracious to him at last night's ball, the cardinal was very upset. He left the ball at one o'clock in the morning on the pretext of being unwell; the two majesties did not return to the palace until six o'clock in the morning. Now, said M. de Treville in a low voice, glancing round the corners of the room to see if any one else was present, and now, my young friend, for you were so happy last night, and the queen so proud, and the red dress Your Excellency's dinginess is obviously related to your smooth return this time.You have to be careful. As long as the two majesties favor me, what am I afraid of?said d'Artagnan. Everything is worth your fear, trust me.The cardinal never forgot how fooled he had been, unless he settled the bill with his fool.And the man who fooled him seemed to be some Gascon I knew well. Do you think the Cardinal is as well informed as you are that it is I who is going to London? Oh!You have been to London.That beautiful sparkling diamond ring on your finger, did you bring it back from London?Take care, my dear d'Artagnan, the enemy's present is not a good thing.Isn't there a Latin poem about this question please wait Yes, there seems to be a saying, d'Artagnan continued, saying that he had never memorized even the most basic grammar of Latin, and because he couldn't learn it, the teacher was very disappointed in him.Yes, there should probably be such a sentence. There must be a line, Mr. Treville drank a little ink, he said, Mr. Bonsrad quoted me the other day Wait a minute!Come to think of it: time o Danao set donaferentes.This means: beware of enemies who give you gifts. This diamond ring is not from the enemy, sir, said d'Artagnan, it is from the queen. From Queen!Oh!Indeed, said Treville, it was a genuine piece of royal jewellery, worth at least a thousand pistols.Who did the Queen ask to give you this gift? It was given to me by the Queen herself. where? In the room next to the queen's lounge. How did you get it? When she gave me her hand to kiss. Thou hast kissed the queen's hand!Treville exclaimed, and looked d'Artagnan at the same time. It is my honor that Her Majesty the Queen has bestowed upon me this grace. Was anyone there?How careless she is, how careless it is! No one was there, sir, don't worry, no one saw it.said d'Artagnan.Then he told Mr. Treville what had happened. ah!Woman, woman!When the old soldiers shouted, I knew their romantic imagination!They are fascinated by everything with a sense of mystery.That is to say, you only see the arm, and that's all; if you meet the queen now, you still don't know her; if she meets you, she doesn't know who you are. I don't know him, but the boy said with this diamond. Listen, said M. de Treville, would you like me to give you a piece of advice, a helpful piece of advice, a friend's piece of advice? You do me an honor, sir.said d'Artagnan. Well, you go to the jewelry store, sell this diamond ring to the first one you come across, and you can pay whatever you pay; no matter how greedy the jeweler is, you can always get it for 800 pistols.Money has no name, and this ring has a dreadful name on it, and the wearer will reveal himself. Sell ​​this ring!A ring from a queen!Never can.said d'Artagnan. Turn the diamond side in, then, poor fool.Because everyone knows that it is impossible for a young man in Gascony to find such a piece of jewelry from his mother's jewelry box. Do you really think there is anything to worry me about?asked d'Artagnan.That is to say, young man, you are safer lying on a ignited mine than you. Oh!Treville's affirmative tone made d'Artagnan feel uneasy, oh, what should we do then? First of all, we must always be vigilant.The cardinal has a strong memory and his hands are stretched out.Believe me, he's going to play tricks on you. What trick? Why!Then how do I know!In order to achieve his goals, isn't he able to use all kinds of ghost tricks?At the very least, he might have you arrested. how!How dare he arrest a person who is serving His Majesty the King? certainly!Didn't they attack Athos recklessly?At any rate, young man, take a man who has been at court for thirty years at his word, and don't go to sleep thinking it's safe, or you're ruined.On the contrary, let me tell you, you will see enemies everywhere.If someone quarrels with you, don't quarrel with him, even if the other party is a ten-year-old child; , try to see if the bridge is strong, lest one of them will be broken if you step on it; when you pass by a house that is being built, you should look up, lest a stone fall on your head; When you come home late, tell your valet to follow you, and tell him to take up arms, if your valet is trustworthy.Beware of everyone, beware of your friend, your brother, your mistress, especially your mistress. D'Artagnan blushed. Beware of your mistress, he repeated automatically, why should you be more wary of your mistress than anyone else? For the mistress was the cardinal's favorite tactic, and none could be more effective.A woman will betray you for ten pistols, Delilah Shaved, and then handed over to the Philistines. See "Old Testament‧Judges".) is an example, do you know the Bible? D'Artagnan thought of Madame Bonacieur's invitation to meet him that evening, but it must be said that our hero deserves a lot of credit. M. de Treville's bad opinion of women in general did not in the slightest dissuade him from his handsome landlady. The wife is suspicious. By the way, said M. de Treville, what has become of your three companions? I was just about to ask if you had any news from them. No news at all, sir. Why, I left them all on the road: Porthos at Chantilly, to fight a duel; Aramis at Sorrow, with a bullet in the shoulder; Athos at Amiens, Accused of carrying counterfeit money. You look!How did you escape yourself, said M. Treville? Miraculously, monsieur, I took a stab in the chest and nailed the Comte de Valde to the Via de Calais, like a butterfly to a tapestry. You look again!Walder, that's a member of the Cardinal, Rochefort's cousin!Come on, dear friend, I have an idea. Please speak, sir. In your place, I would do one thing. What's up? While His Excellency the Cardinal was searching for me in Paris, I quietly re-took the road to Picardy to learn about my three companions.hell!They deserve a little care. That's a good idea, sir, and I'm leaving tomorrow. tomorrow!why not tonight Tonight, sir, there is one thing I must do, and I cannot leave Paris. ah!young people!young people!Is it for frivolous love?Be careful, I'll say it again: it's women who make us fall, and we'll do it again as long as we don't learn our lesson.Believe me, leave tonight. Impossible, sir! Did you promise it? Yes sir. Well, that's another story.But please promise me that if you don't die tonight, you will leave tomorrow. I promise you. need money? I still have fifty pistols, which I think is enough. How many of your partners? I don't think they should be short of money either.We left Paris with seventy-five pistoles each in our pocket. Do you still want to see me before you leave? No, sir, I don't think so, unless new circumstances arise. Well, bon voyage! Thank you sir. D'Artagnan bid farewell to M. de Treville.M. de Treville was deeply moved by the brotherly concern he had for his musketeers. He went successively to the home of Athos, Porthos and Aramis.None of the three of them came back.Their servants were not at home either.Whether it is the master or the servant, there is no news. If you find their mistresses, you will be able to learn about them, but d'Artagnan doesn't know either Porthos' mistress or Aramis' mistress.Athos has no mistress. Passing in front of the imperial army headquarters, he glanced into the stall.Three of the four horses had come back, and Planchet was brushing them in astonishment, and two of them had already been brushed. ah!Monsieur, meeting d'Artagnan, said Planchet, it is a pleasure to meet you! Why do you say that, Blanche?asked the young man. Do you trust our landlady, Mr. Bonacher? I?I don't believe it at all. ah!You are very right, sir. But where did your question come from? It was when you talked with him, I did not hear what you said, but watched your looks; and I noticed, sir, that his countenance changed two or three times. Well! This gentleman does not notice, because all you have on your mind is the letter you have just received.And I, alarmed by the strange way in which the letter had entered the house, did not miss any look on his face. What do you think of his expression? A treacherous look, sir. real! Moreover, when Monsieur left him and disappeared round the corner of the street, Monsieur Bonacieur immediately put on his hat, closed the door, and ran down the street in the opposite direction. Indeed, you are right, Planchet.I thought he was acting suspiciously, so don't worry, if he doesn't explain this clearly, we won't pay him rent. Mr. is still joking, you just wait and see. What do you think, Planchet, what is going to happen is destined to happen! So, sir, won't you give up your walk tonight? On the contrary, Planchet, the more I hate Bonasseur, the more I want to keep the appointment, the one proposed in that letter which worried you so much. Well, if sir decides that This determination is unshakable, my friend.So you must be ready here at the team headquarters at nine o'clock, and I will come to you then. Seeing that there was no hope of dissuading his master from his plan, Planchet sighed deeply, and began to groom the third horse. As for d'Artagnan, who was actually a very cautious young man, he did not return to his lodgings, but dined at the house of the Gascony priest who, when the four friends were in dire straits, gave They served a chocolate breakfast.