Chapter 36 Chapter XXXIV: The Equipment of Aramis and Porthos

There has been no regular gathering among the four friends since each went to seek his own equipment, and the meals were either without you or him.People eat wherever they are, or to be more exact, wherever they can.Besides, business takes up a part of the precious time that flies by.They only agreed to meet at the lodgings of Athos on one day of the week, near one o'clock in the afternoon, on which day Athos had sworn that he would not cross the threshold. The day Kitty came to see him at D'Artagnan's was their party day. As soon as Kitty went out, D'Artagnan went straight to the Rue Ferreau.

He saw Athos and Aramis talking loudly.Aramis was a little hesitant, intending to return to religion.Athos neither dissuades nor encourages according to his own habits, he advocates that everyone should be the master of his own freedom.Whenever someone asks him for advice, he never acts as a staff member, and he has to tell him twice before he will speak. As a rule, people who ask for advice, he said, don't obey at all; or if they obey, it's just to find someone who has advised him for him to blame later. A moment after dArtagnan's arrival, Porthos arrived.So the four friends will be together.

The four faces express four different emotions: the face of Porthos is calm, the face of d'Artagnan is full of hope, the face of Aramis is full of anxiety, and the face of Athos is carefree. . The four talked for a while.During the conversation, Porthos made it appear vaguely that some high-ranking dignitary would like to volunteer to help him out of his embarrassment; at this time, Muskdon walked in. He had come to invite Porthos to come home, and he said in a pitiful and contemptuous way that it was important for him to come home. Is my gear delivered?asked Porthos. Yes and no, Muskon replied.

But what are you trying to say? Please come here, sir. Porthos rose, bowed to his friend, and followed Musketon out the door. In an instant, Bazin appeared at the door again. What do you want me for, my friend?asked Aramis with tender words; and it was found that he spoke with such tender words whenever his thoughts led him to conversion. There is a man waiting for Monsieur at the house, Bazin replied. There is a person!what kind of person? a beggar. Give him some, Bazin, and ask him to pray for some poor sinner. The beggar insists on talking to you, and claims that you must be glad to see him.

Didn't he say anything special to me? said.He said: If M. Aramis does not come to see me, tell him that I am from Tours. From Tours?Aramis said loudly, Gentlemen, I am very sorry, that person may have brought me the news I have longed for. As he spoke, he immediately stood up and left quickly. Now only Athos and d'Artagnan remained. I think those two fellows have found what they need, what do you say, D'Artagnan?asked Athos. I know that Porthos is going well, said d'Artagnan, and as for Aramis, to tell the truth, I have never been seriously worried, and you, dear Athos, Bistorbourne of the Englishman What are you going to do with what is rightfully yours and you have so generously distributed it to others?

I'm glad I killed that wretch, my boy, because it's a gift from God to kill an Englishman, but if I pocket his money it'll be like a heavy stone on mine In my heart, I regret the guilt of my conscience. Come, come, dear Athos!You have some incredible insights. Talk about something else, talk about something else!Do you know what he said to me yesterday when M. de Treville came to see me at my humble cottage?Said that you were in frequent association with the shady Englishmen whom the cardinal was protecting. This refers to an English woman I visited, the English woman I have told you about.

Oh yes!A fair-haired woman about whom I warned you, of course you dismissed it. I explained my reasons to you. Yes; but I think, as you say to me, that all you see is your equipment. Not at all!I have received certain information that the woman had something to do with the kidnapping of Madame Bonacieur. Yes, I know that; to get one woman back, you court another: that's the longest route, and the funniest. D'Artagnan was about to tell Athos everything; but he was stopped by the fact that Athos was a serious dignitary in matters of honor, and our sentimental man believed in advance However, there were certain things in his earlier wishful thinking about Milady which the Puritan would not have approved of, so he preferred to keep his mouth shut.Furthermore, Athos is the least curious person in the world, so d'Artagnan's confidant words were stranded.

Let us leave the subject of these two friends, who have nothing more to say, and follow the whereabouts of Aramis. We have seen with what eagerness the young man followed Bazin, or rather got ahead of him, on hearing that the man who wanted to speak to him was from Tours.He literally jumped from the Rue Ferreau to the Rue Vaugirard. When he got home, he saw a short, bright-eyed man who was dressed in rags. Is it you looking for me?asked the Musketeer. I am looking for Mr. Aramis, so you are? The next is exactly.Do you have something for me? Yes, if you show me some embroidered handkerchief.

Here, said Aramis, took a key from his breast, and opened a locket of beaded ebony: Behold, here it is. Well, said the beggar, please go away your servant. Indeed, the curious Bazin was eager to know what the beggar wanted from his master, so he adjusted his pace, followed his master's footsteps, and arrived home almost at the same time as him.But this swift action did him little good; at the request of the beggar: his master motioned him to withdraw, and he obeyed. After Bazin left, the beggar looked around quickly to make sure that no one was seeing or hearing; then he untied his tattered coat, which was haphazardly tied up with a leather belt, and began to undo the upper seam of his bodice. thread, and draw a letter from it.

Aramis uttered a cry of joy when he saw the seal, kissed the letter on the envelope, and with an almost devout respect opened the letter which read as follows: My friends, fate requires us to be separated for some time, but the good days of youth are not gone forever.Do your duty in the barracks, I will do mine elsewhere.Take what the bearer gives you; fight like a handsome and respectable gentleman, and think of me tenderly kissing your dark eyes. Farewell, or rather, goodbye! The beggar kept undoing the stitches, and took out Spanish-made bistor coins one by one from his dirty clothes. He neatly placed a total of 150 coins on the table, then opened the door, bowed, and walked away before the astonished young man had time to ask a question.

At this time, Aramis read the letter again, and he found that there was a postscript to the letter, which said: You can receive the messenger who is a count, a great man in Spain. Golden dreams!cried Aramis, Ah!Beautiful life!Yes, we are still very young!Yes, we still have a happy time!oh!My love, my blood, my life belongs to you!Everything, everything, everything belongs to you, my beautiful lover! He kissed the letter feverishly, not even glancing at the gold coins gleaming on the table. Bazin knocked softly at the door; Aramis, having no reason to avoid him, let him in. Bazin was stunned when he saw the gold coins, and even forgot to announce the arrival of dArtagnan.Curious d'Artagnan was eager to know who the beggar was, so he left Athos' house and went to find Aramis. However, D'Artagnan and Aramis have always been eclectic, and found that Bazin had forgotten to report, so they came to the door in person. O my dear Aramis!D'Artagnan said, if it's some dried plums that someone sent us from Tours, you'll have to compliment the gardener who picks the plums. You are mistaken, my dear, said Aramis prudently, last time I wrote a monosyllabic verse over there, and my bookseller paid for it. ah!real!So it is, said d'Artagnan, your bookseller is so generous, my dear Aramis, that is all I can say to you. what, sir!Bazin exclaimed, a poem is worth so much money!It's unbelievable!oh!gentlemen!Write what you want, and you can keep pace with M. Vatier and M. Bonsrad.I prefer such a person.A poet is almost a priest.ah!Be a poet, Mr. Aramis, I beg you. Bazin, my friend, said Aramis, I thought you were talking too much. Bazin realized he was wrong, and walked out the door with his head down. ah!dArtagnan said with a smile, you are lucky, my friend, to sell your poems by their weight of gold; but take care, the letter that leaks from your coat is about to fall, it is undoubtedly your book The merchant sent it. Aramis, who was red up to his ears, stuffed the letter in and buttoned his jacket again. My dear d'Artagnan, said he, if you like, let us go and find our friends; since I am rich, we will dine together again to-day, and you will be your host when you are rich. great!We haven't had a decent meal for a long time, said d'Artagnan joyously; and as for me, I'm going on a somewhat adventurous expedition to-night, so I'll be honest, take some bottles of Burgundy Old wine gives me courage, and I will not be unhappy. OK!Just old Burgundy, which I like quite well, said Aramis; and he saw the gold coin like a great hand that wiped away the thought of retreat for him. He pocketed three or four double-sided pistoles for his treats, and put the rest of the money in a small beaded ebony case, in which was preserved a fancy square he had always kept as a ward against evil. handkerchief. The two friends first came to the house of Athos.Athos kept his oath of staying at home, and was in charge of ordering food to be delivered to his home; as he was well versed in cooking, d'Artagnan and Arras gave him this important errand without difficulty. It's done. The two men went to Porthos.At the corner of Barker Street they met Muskton, who was driving a mule and a horse with a pitiful appearance. D'Artagnan uttered an exclamation not without joy. ah!my yellow horse!He exclaimed, Aramis, look at that horse! oh!What an ugly mount!said Aramis. Oh, my dear, continued d'Artagnan, this is the horse on which I have come to Paris. Why, sir, do you know this horse?asked Musk. Its coat color is so weird.Aramis said, This is the only horse of this color I have ever seen. I quite believed it, said d'Artagnan, and so I sold him for three crowns, and I must say that I sold him because of his poor coat; besides, the frame must not have weighed more than eighteen. pound.But how did this horse come into your hands, Muskon? well!Say the footman, don't mention it, sir, it's an insulting trick by the husband of our Duchess! What's going on, Muskon? Yes, we were treated differently by a woman of distinction, a Duchess of such-and-such; excuse me, I say such-and-such, because my master bid me to be cautious.The Duchess forced us to accept a small present, a beautiful stocky horse and an Andalusian mule, which looked amazing!The husband found out about this, and on the way he confiscated the two beautiful animals his wife had given us, and replaced them with these two. Are you taking him back now?asked d'Artagnan. Exactly!You understand, said Muskedon, that we would never accept two such horses in exchange for those promised to us. Yes, not acceptable, though I should like to see Porthos on my golden horse; it seems to remind me of my visit to Paris.But we won't stop you, Muskon, go and do your master's work, go.Is he at home? At home, sir, Muskon said, but in a bad mood.you go. So saying, he continued on his way to the Great Augustine Dock, and the two friends also came to the door of the unfortunate Porthos and rang the doorbell.Porthos had already seen them cross the courtyard, but he would not open the door.So the two friends rang the bell for nothing. During this period, Musk continued on his way.He crossed the Pont Neuf, drove his two scrawny horses, and finally arrived at the Rue Bear-Blind.Arriving, he tied the horse and mule to the knocker of the attorney's house, as his master had ordered; then, regardless of their future fate, he returned to Porthos, and told him that the task was accomplished. The poor animals hadn't eaten since morning, so after a while they neighed and made such a fuss that they twisted the knocker loose.The attorney at law ordered his little correspondent to ask the neighbors to find out to whom the horse and the mule belonged. Mrs. Cocknall recognized her gift, and at first she had no idea why it was given and why it was returned; but a visit from Porthos soon opened her eyes.Despite the musketeer's self-control, the flash of anger in his eyes terrified his sensitive mistress.It turned out that Mousquedon did not tell his master that he had met d'Artagnan and Aramis, and that d'Artagnan recognized from the yellow horse that it was Béarn's old lean horse, on which he rode. The Paris of the old and skinny horse was later sold for three crowns. Porthos and the attorney's wife made an appointment to meet in the cloister of Saint-Maguloire's monastery, and then took their leave.Seeing that Porthos was about to leave, the attorney at law offered to invite him to dinner, but the musketeer solemnly refused. Madame Cocknall went to the cloister of Sainte-Maguloire with trembling, for she expected a reproach awaiting her; but she was still fascinated by Porthos' handsome figure. A man with shattered self-esteem can bring a woman down with curses and reproaches, and that's how Porthos got the attorney's wife to bow her head. well!She said, I was doing things with the best of my thoughts.One of our clients was a horse dealer, and he owed money to the firm, but he was so hard-nosed that he brought the mule and the horse to pay us back, and he promised they were two beautiful horses. Mount it. Well, madam, says Porthos, if he owes you more than five crowns, the dealer is a great liar. It is not impermissible to find bargains in a sale, Mr. Portdos, Mrs. Attorney, sought defense. It's not forbidden, ma'am, but those who seek cheap should be allowed to seek more generous friends. Porthos said, turned around and took a step to walk away. Mr. Porthos!Mr. Porthos!cried the Attorney-at-Law, I was mistaken, and I confess that I should not have haggled when it came to furnishing a knight like yourself. Porthos did not answer, but took a second step backwards. The attorney's wife seemed to see him walking into a radiant cloud, surrounded by dukes and marquises who were throwing bags of gold ocean at his feet. Please stop, for heaven's sake!Mr. Porthos, she cried, please stop, and we can talk. Talking to you brings me misfortune.Portos said. But please tell me, what exactly are you asking for? Ask for nothing, because even if I ask you for anything, it turns out to be the same thing. The attorney's wife grabbed Porthos's arm and cried out with painful impulse: I don't know all this, Mr. Porthos, for a woman like me, do I know what a horse is?I know what harness is? You should leave it to me, I am an expert, madam, but you want to save money and lend usury. It was a mistake, Mr. Porthos, but I will make it right, on my honor. How to remedy?asked the Musketeer. listen.This evening Mr. Cockner is going to the Duke of Shorena's, and the Duke of Shorena is summoning him.In order to negotiate a matter, it takes at least two hours.Come on, just the two of us, and we'll settle the score. great!That's right, dear! You forgive me? See you in the future.Porthos said solemnly. So the two said to each other that they would see each other tonight and broke up. awesome!After walking away, Pordeaux thought to himself, I seem to have finally reached Mr. Cockner's wooden cabinet again.