Chapter 31 Chapter 29 Prepare Equipment

Of the four friends the most apprehensive was undoubtedly d'Artagnan.Although, as a guard, his equipment is easier to organize than those musketeers, because they are also gentlemen at the same time.However, we know the personality of this young man in Gascony.He is always thoughtful and almost stingy in everything, but on the contrary he is almost more vain than Athos.In addition to vanity considerations, dArtagnan at this time had a less selfish anxiety.He tried his best to find out about Mrs. Bonacieur's situation, but he didn't get any information.Monsieur de Treville had mentioned to the queen that the queen did not know the whereabouts of the young proprietress of the clothing store, but promised to send someone to look for it.But this kind of promise was not fulfilled, and it was difficult to reassure d'Artagnan.

Athos stayed at home, determined not to step out of the gate for the matter of arming. We still have half a month, and he said to some friends, well, if I find nothing after half a month, or rather nothing comes to me, as a faithful Catholic, although I can't kill myself, But I'll fight four of the cardinal's guards, or eight Englishmen, till they kill me.There are so many of them, they can definitely kill me.Then people will say that I died for the king, which means that I did my duty without having to prepare my equipment. Porthos kept walking up and down the room with his hands folded behind his back, nodding his head and saying:

I'm going to do it my way. Aramis was full of thoughts, his hair was disheveled, and he said nothing. This situation where no one is happy shows that there is an atmosphere of melancholy among the few friends. The servants are like horses pulling Hippolytus’ cart Theseus did not listen to his son's plea, exiled her, and used a spell to make the sea god send sea monsters to scare the horses pulling his cart, so that Hippolytus' chariot was destroyed and killed.), sharing the master's sorrow.Mousquedon hoarded all the leftover loaves of bread; Bazin, who had been converted, spent his days in church; Planchet watched the flies fly by; The silence added to him, he sighed all day long, and even Shitou would sympathize with him.

Three friends As we said, Athos swore not to step out of the gate for equipment. The three friends left early and returned late every day, wandering in the street, scanning every stone slab on the street, and watching the people passing by in front of them. Whether lost money bags.Wherever they pass, they pay attention everywhere, like hunters looking for the tracks of wild animals.When they met each other, everyone looked disappointed, as if asking each other: Did you find anything? Porthos was the first to have an idea, and he held on to it, so he was the first to take action.The venerable Porthos was a man of action.One day, d'Artagnan saw him walking towards Saint-Lo Church, so he followed him unconsciously. Before entering the church, he curled up his mustache and twirled the short beard under his lips. It shows that he has a desire to conquer.DArtagnan concealed himself so carefully that Porthos thought no one saw him.D'Artagnan followed him into the church.Porthos went up to a pillar, and stood with his back against it; dArtagnan, who remained unnoticed, leaned against the other side of the pillar.

It happened to be a preaching day, so there were a lot of people in the church.Taking advantage of the crowd, Bordeaux quietly looked at each woman.Thanks to Musqueton's careful care, although he is sad inside, he doesn't show it on the outside.It is true that his felt hat was a little worn out, his feathers were a little faded, the embroidery on his clothes was a little darker, and the lace was a little out of shape, but in the half-light of the church, these small details were visible. not come out.Porthos was always the heroic Porthos. D'Artagnan noticed: on the bench closest to Porthos and the pillar on which he was leaning, sat a middle-aged woman who still had a charm. A haughty look appeared on his face.Porthos sneaked his eyes to and fro on the lady, and then looked into the depths of the hall.

The lady's face turned red and white, and from time to time she sent a lightning-like glance to the frivolous Porthos, so Porthos immediately stared at her obsessively.This was obviously a way for Porthos to tease the lady in the black turban, because the lady bit her lip desperately, scratched the tip of her nose from time to time, and sat on the stool with a desperate and restless look. Seeing all this, Porthos curled his mustache again, twirled the short beard under his lips, and began to wink at a beautiful lady next to the choir; the lady was not only beautiful, but also looked noble Madame, because behind her there was a little black slave who brought her a kneeling mat, and a maid who carried the bag with the medal of honor for her and contained the missal.

The lady in the black turban followed Porthos' gaze, zigzagging, and found that his gaze stayed on the lady kneeling on the velvet cushion with the little black slave and the maid. At this time, Porthos became even more violent, blinking his eyes again, and blowing kisses with his fingers on his lips. The annoying smile on his face really made the lady who was still charming and despised so angry to death. The lady was so regretful that she patted her chest, cough!With a sound.The sigh was so loud that everyone, even the lady kneeling on the red mat, turned to look at her.Porthos still ignored her, he obviously heard her sigh, but deliberately pretended to be deaf.

The lady kneeling on the red cushion made a strong impression on the lady in the black turban, because she was very beautiful and indeed a formidable opponent in the eyes of the lady in the black turban; she also made a strong impression on Porthos , because Porthos thought she was more beautiful than the lady in the black turban.The lady also made a strong impression on d'Artagnan, who recognized her as the woman whom he had seen at Meyne, Calais, and Dufour, and whose scarred fellow he hated once called She is Milady. D'Artagnan continued to observe Porthos' tricks while keeping his eyes on the lady, and found it very interesting.It seemed to him that the lady in the black turban might be the wife of the attorney in the Rue de la Blind, since Saint-Lo Church was not far from that street.

He reasoned, therefore, that Porthos was avenging Chantilly's failure; that time, the wife of the attorney-at-law insisted on keeping nothing out of her purse. Yet amidst all this, d'Artagnan noticed, there was not a single face that responded to Porthos's courtesies.What Porthos was after was nothing but vanity and fantasy.But is there anything real to true love, to true jealousy, but vanity and fancy? The sermon is over.Mrs. Attorney-at-Law went to the holy water jar.Portos hurriedly got ahead of her, soaking not one finger but his whole hand in the holy water.The attorney's wife smiled, thinking that Portos was so serious because of her.However, she soon sadly found that she was wrong: when she was three steps away from him, Porthos turned his head to one side, still staring at the lady kneeling on the red cushion.The lady had stood up and was walking towards the holy water tank with the slave and the maid.

When she came to her side, Porthos hurriedly took out his dripping hand from the holy water jar.The beautiful female believer touched Porthos's thick hand with her slender hand, made the sign of the cross with a smile, and walked out of the church. Mrs. Attorney-at-Law felt this was going too far.She had no doubt that this lady was hooking up with Porthos.If she was a noble lady, she would definitely faint at this time.However, she was only a lawyer's wife, so she just said sullenly to the musketeer: Hello!Mr. Porthos, won't you give me some holy water? Hearing this sound, Porthos seemed to be awakened suddenly after sleeping for a hundred years.

Madam, he cried, is it really you?How is your husband dear Mr. Cockner?Is he still as insensitive as ever?Where are my eyes you say, the sermon went on for two hours and I didn't even catch a glimpse of you! I'm sitting next to you, sir, said Mrs. Solicitor, and you didn't catch a glimpse of me, because your eyes were fixed on the pretty lady you just sent the holy water to. Porthos put on an embarrassing look: well!did you see Only the blind can't see. Yes, said Porthos casually, that is a duchess among my girlfriends.Her jealous husband made it difficult for me to meet her, so she informed me that she was coming to this small church in a remote neighborhood today just to see me. Mr. Pordeaux, said Mrs. Solicitor, will you give me your arm for five minutes, so that I may have a cheerful chat with you? Why not, madam.Porthos blinked secretly, like a gambler trying to play a trick to lure the other party, and smiled quietly. At this moment d'Artagnan went after Milady and passed them.He glanced towards Porthos and caught his triumphant eyes. hey-hey!He chuckled to himself at the thought of the extraordinarily frivolous morals of this romantic age, and lo and behold, this one will probably be ready by the appointed time. Porthos is like a ship obeying the steering of the rudder, and wherever the attorney's wife exerts her arm, he follows her, until he reaches the cloister of the Abbey of Saint-Marcoire.There are turnstiles at both ends of this corridor, and few people come in and out. During the day, only beggars can be seen eating here, or children playing here. ah!Mr. Porthos!The attorney's wife noticed that no one saw them here except beggars and children, and no one heard them, so she exclaimed, "Ah!Mr. Porthos!Looks like you're a great winner! Me, madam!Porthos asked pompously, why do you say that? What about the codes and the holy water just now?The lady with the nigger and the maid is at least a princess! You got it wrong, my God!no.Porthos replied that she was only a duchess. And what about the footman waiting at the door, and the magnificent carriage, and the well-dressed coachman waiting in it? Neither the footman nor the luxurious carriage, Porthoss saw, but Mrs. Cockner, being a jealous woman, saw them all. Porthos regretted not simply referring to the woman kneeling on the red cushion as a princess. Ah!You are the favorite of all beauties, Monsieur Porthos!The attorney's wife sighed and said again. Yes, replied Porthos, you know, I am born with such a good appearance, of course I have some good luck. God!How forgetful men are!The attorney's wife looked up at the sky and said. I think men are less forgetful than women.Porthos retorted, because after all, madam, I can be said to be your victim.I was wounded and dying, and saw the surgeon leave me alone; and being a scion of a great family, with complete trust in your friendship, I nearly died of wounds and starvation in a poor inn in Chantilly inside.I wrote you several fiery letters in a row, but you didn't even bother to answer any of them. However, the wife of Mr. Pordeaux's legal representative was hesitant to speak, and she felt that she was indeed wrong in judging the character of the noble lady at that time. And I gave up the Countess of Panavlore for you I know that. and baroness so and so Don't criticize me, Mr. Porthos. And the Duchess of So-and-so. Be lenient, Monsieur Porthos! You are right, madam, I cannot count them all. It was my husband who refused to borrow it. Mrs. Cockner, said Porthos, do you remember your first letter to me, I will never forget it. The attorney's wife let out a long sigh. But, she said, it's also because you're borrowing a little bit more money. Mrs Cockner, I think of you first.Actually, all I have to do is write to the Duchess of So-and-so I prefer not to name her because I don't want to injure a woman's reputation.But I know that if I write her a letter, she will send me fifteen thousand. The attorney's wife was in tears. Mr. Porthos, said she, I swear to you that you have punished me enough, that in the future you will only have to tell me if it happens to you again. Come on, madam, said Porthos with feigned distaste, please don't mention money, it's too shameful. So you don't love me anymore!The attorney's wife said sadly. Porthos maintained a solemn silence. That's how you answer me?cough!I see. Think of what you have done to me, madam.The damage is still here.Portos put his hand on his heart and pressed it hard. I will certainly remedy it, you see, my dear Porthos. Besides, what do I ask of you?Porthos shrugged innocently and said, just to borrow some money.After all, I'm not an unreasonable person.I know you are not rich, Mrs. Cockner, and I know that your husband has to extract a few poor crowns from the poor litigant.ah!If you are a Countess, Marchioness or Duchess, that is another matter, you are inexcusable. Mrs. Attorney-at-Law was exasperated. You know, Mr. Pordeaux, said she, my coffers, though those of an attorney's wife, are probably far more plentiful than those of your bankrupt and posing women! You, then, do me double the injury, said Porthos, drawing his arm from the wife of the attorney, and since you are rich, Madame Cockenall, you cannot forgive me for refusing to lend me money. I said I was rich, and the attorney's wife, seeing that I was going too far, said that it should not be taken literally.I'm not really rich, I just live well. Come, madam, said Porthos, please don't talk about that any more.You don't take me seriously, and there is not even a minimum of sympathy between us. You are so fickle! snort!You go and complain!Portos said. Go to your pretty duchess!I will not leave you. Hey!She is not as dry as I imagined! Come, Monsieur Porthos, I ask you one last time: do you still love me? well!Madame, said Porthos, with the most melancholy tone, we are going to war, and I have a presentiment that I shall be killed this time, at such a time ah!Don't say such things!The attorney's wife began to cry loudly. I do have this hunch.Porthos grew more and more sad. It's better to say that you have another new love. No, I tell you frankly.No object can tempt me.I even feel that here, in my heart, there is always a voice speaking for you.However, you may or may not know that the inevitable war will start in half a month, and I have to worry about the equipment for a while.Besides, in order to raise the money necessary for the expedition, I had to go back to my remote home in Brittany. Porthos, noting the final struggle between love and miserliness, goes on: The estate of the Duchess you just saw in church is very close to mine, and we intend to go together.You know, when traveling, with two people together, the distance will not feel far away. Have you no friends in Paris, Monsieur Porthos?asked Mrs. Litigation. I thought so, and Porthos pretended to be sad again, but I found I was wrong. You have friends, Mr. Porthos, you have friends, said Mrs. Attorney, impulsively; an impulse that surprised even herself.Come home tomorrow.You are my aunt's son and therefore my cousin.You are from Noiron-in-Picardy, and you have several lawsuits in Paris, but you have not yet been represented.Do you remember all this? Remember it all, madam. Come at dinner time. very good. You have to be dignified with my husband, who is scheming even at seventy-three. Seventy-three years old!Yo!Good age!Portos said. You would say he lived a long life, Mr. Porthos.So, poor dear, it could make me a widow any moment.The attorney's wife said, looking at Portos meaningfully. Fortunately, we have reached an agreement in the marriage contract, and all the property will be inherited by the widow. all?asked Porthos. all. I can see that you are a thoughtful woman, my dear Mrs. Cockner.Portos gently held the hand of the attorney's wife and said.Have we made it up, my dear Mr. Porthos?The attorney's wife asked delicately. Lifetime unchanged.Portos said in the same tone. So goodbye, my unreliable fellow. Goodbye, my forgetful one. Tomorrow, my angel. See you tomorrow, fire of my life!