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　with　Athos；　true…hearted；　open　Athos。　It　seemed　to　him　that　if　Porthos　and　Aramis　deemed　him　superior　to　them　in　the　arts　of　diplomacy；　they　would　like　him　all　the　better　for　it；　but　that　Athos；　on　the　contrary；　would　despise　him。
　　〃Ah！　why　is　not　Grimaud；　the　taciturn　Grimaud；　here？〃　thought　D'Artagnan；　〃there　are　so　many　things　his　silence　would　have　told　me；　with　Grimaud　silence　was　another　form　of　eloquence！〃
　　There　reigned　a　perfect　stillness　in　the　house。　D'Artagnan　had　heard　the　door　shut　and　the　shutters　barred；　the　dogs　became　in　their　turn　silent。　At　last　a　nightingale；　lost　in　a　thicket　of　shrubs；　in　the　midst　of　its　most　melodious　cadences　had　fluted　low　and　lower　into　stillness　and　fallen　asleep。　Not　a　sound　was　heard　in　the　castle；　except　of　a　footstep　up　and　down；　in　the　chamber　above　　as　he　supposed；　the　bedroom　of　Athos。
　　〃He　is　walking　about　and　thinking；〃　thought　D'Artagnan；　〃but　of　what？　It　is　impossible　to　know；　everything　else　might　be　guessed；　but　not　that。〃
　　At　length　Athos　went　to　bed；　apparently；　for　the　noise　ceased。
　　Silence　and　fatigue　together　overcame　D'Artagnan　and　sleep　overtook　him　also。　He　was　not；　however；　a　good　sleeper。　Scarcely　had　dawn　gilded　his　window　curtains　when　he　sprang　out　of　bed　and　opened　the　windows。　Somebody；　he　perceived；　was　in　the　courtyard；　moving　stealthily。　True　to　his　custom　of　never　passing　anything　over　that　it　was　within　his　power　to　know；　D'Artagnan　looked　out　of　the　window　and　perceived　the　close　red　coat　and　brown　hair　of　Raoul。
　　The　young　man　was　opening　the　door　of　the　stable。　He　then；　with　noiseless　haste；　took　out　the　horse　that　he　had　ridden　on　the　previous　evening；　saddled　and　bridled　it　himself　and　led　the　animal　into　the　alley　to　the　right　of　the　kitchen…garden；　opened　a　side　door　which　conducted　him　to　a　bridle　road；　shut　it　after　him；　and　D'Artagnan　saw　him　pass　by　like　a　dart；　bending；　as　he　went；　beneath　the　pendent　flowery　branches　of　maple　and　acacia。　The　road；　as　D'Artagnan　had　observed；　was　the　way　to　Blois。
　　〃So！〃　thought　the　Gascon　〃here's　a　young　blade　who　has　already　his　love　affair；　who　doesn't　at　all　agree　with　Athos　in　his　hatred　to　the　fair　sex。　He's　not　going　to　hunt；　for　he　has　neither　dogs　nor　arms；　he's　not　going　on　a　message；　for　he　goes　secretly。　Why　does　he　go　in　secret？　Is　he　afraid　of　me　or　of　his　father？　for　I　am　sure　the　count　is　his　father。　By　Jove！　I　shall　know　about　that　soon；　for　I　shall　soon　speak　out　to　Athos。〃
　　Day　was　now　advanced；　all　the　noises　that　had　ceased　the　night　before　reawakened；　one　after　the　other。　The　bird　on　the　branch；　the　dog　in　his　kennel；　the　sheep　in　the　field；　the　boats　moored　in　the　Loire；　even；　became　alive　and　vocal。　The　latter；　leaving　the　shore；　abandoned　themselves　gaily　to　the　current。　The　Gascon　gave　a　last　twirl　to　his　mustache；　a　last　turn　to　his　hair；　brushed；　from　habit；　the　brim　of　his　hat　with　the　sleeve　of　his　doublet；　and　went　downstairs。　Scarcely　had　he　descended　the　last　step　of　the　threshold　when　he　saw　Athos　bent　down　toward　the　ground；　as　if　he　were　looking　for　a　crown…piece　in　the　dust。
　　〃Good…morning；　my　dear　host；〃　cried　D'Artagnan。
　　〃Good…day　to　you；　have　you　slept　well？〃
　　〃Excellently；　Athos；　but　what　are　you　looking　for？　You　are　perhaps　a　tulip　fancier？〃
　　〃My　dear　friend；　if　I　am；　you　must　not　laugh　at　me　for　being　so。　In　the　country　people　alter；　one　gets　to　like；　without　knowing　it；　all　those　beautiful　objects　that　God　causes　to　spring　from　the　earth；　which　are　despised　in　cities。　I　was　looking　anxiously　for　some　iris　roots　I　planted　here；　close　to　this　reservoir；　and　which　some　one　has　trampled　upon　this　morning。　These　gardeners　are　the　most　careless　people　in　the　world；　in　bringing　the　horse　out　to　the　water　they've　allowed　him　to　walk　over　the　border。〃
　　D'Artagnan　began　to　smile。
　　〃Ah！　you　think　so；　do　you？〃
　　And　he　took　his　friend　along　the　alley；　where　a　number　of　tracks　like　those　which　had　trampled　down　the　flowerbeds；　were　visible。
　　〃Here　are　the　horse's　hoofs　again；　it　seems；　Athos；〃　he　said　carelessly。
　　〃Yes；　indeed；　the　marks　are　recent。〃
　　〃Quite　so；〃　replied　the　lieutenant。
　　〃Who　went　out　this　morning？〃　Athos　asked；　uneasily。　〃Has　any　horse　got　loose？〃
　　〃Not　likely；〃　answered　the　Gascon；　〃these　marks　are　regular。〃
　　〃Where　is　Raoul？〃　asked　Athos；　〃how　is　it　that　I　have　not　seen　him？〃
　　〃Hush！〃　exclaimed　D'Artagnan；　putting　his　finger　on　his　lips；　and　he　related　what　he　had　seen；　watching　Athos　all　the　while。
　　〃Ah；　he's　gone　to　Blois；　the　poor　boy　　〃
　　〃Wherefore？〃
　　〃Ah；　to　inquire　after　the　little　La　Valliere；　she　has　sprained　her　foot；　you　know。〃
　　〃You　think　he　has？〃
　　〃I　am　sure　of　it；〃　said　Athos；　〃don't　you　see　that　Raoul　is　in　love？〃
　　〃Indeed！　with　whom　　with　a　child　seven　years　old？〃
　　〃Dear　friend；　at　Raoul's　age　the　heart　is　so　expansive　that　it　must　encircle　one　object　or　another；　fancied　or　real。　Well；　his　love　is　half　real；　half　fanciful。　She　is　the　prettiest　little　creature　in　the　world；　with　flaxen　hair；　blue　eyes；　　at　once　saucy　and　languishing。〃
　　〃But　what　say　you　to　Raoul's　fancy？〃
　　〃Nothing　　I　laugh　at　Raoul；　but　this　first　desire　of　the　heart　is　imperious。　I　remember；　just　at　his　age；　how　deep　in　love　I　was　with　a　Grecian　statue　which　our　good　king；　then　Henry　IV。；　gave　my　father；　insomuch　that　I　was　mad　with　grief　when　they　told　me　that　the　story　of　Pygmalion　was　nothing　but　a　fable。〃
　　〃It　is　mere　want　of　occupation。　You　do　not　make　Raoul　work；　so　he　takes　his　own　way　of　employing　himself。〃
　　〃Exactly；　therefore　I　think　of　sending　him　away　from　here。〃
　　〃You　will　be　wise　to　do　so。〃
　　〃No　doubt　of　it；　but　it　will　break　his　heart。　So　long　as　three　or　four　years　ago　he　used　to　adorn　and　adore　his　little　idol；　whom　he　will　some　day　fall　in　love　with　in　right　earnest　if　he　remains　here。　The　parents　of　little　La　Valliere　have　for　a　long　time　perceived　and　been　amused　at　it；　now　they　begin　to　look　concerned。〃
　　〃Nonsense！　However；　Raoul　must　be　diverted　from　this　fancy。　Send　him　away　or　you　will　never　make　a　man　of　him。〃
　　〃I　think　I　shall　send　him　to　Paris。〃
　　〃So！〃　thought　D'Artagnan；　and　it　seemed　to　him　that　the　moment　for　attack　had　arrived。
　　〃Suppose；〃　he　said；　〃we　roughly　chalk　out　a　career　for　this　young　man。　I　wish　to　consult　you　about　some　thing。〃
　　〃Do　so。〃
　　〃Do　you　think　it　is　time　for　us　to　enter　the　service？〃
　　〃But　are　you　not　still　in　the　service　　you；　D'Artagnan？〃
　　〃I　mean　active　service。　Our　former　life；　has　it　still　no　attractions　for　you？　would　you　not　be　happy　to　begin　anew　in　my　society　and　in　that　of　Porthos；　the　exploits　of　our　youth？〃
　　〃Do　you　propose　to　me　to　do　so；　D'Artagnan？〃
　　〃Decidedly　and　honestly。〃
　　〃On　whose　side？〃　asked　Athos；　fixing　his　clear；　benevolent　glance　on　the　countenance　of　the　Gascon。
　　〃Ah；　devil　take　it；　you　speak　in　earnest　　〃
　　〃And　must　have　a　definite　answer。　Listen；　D'Artagnan。　There　is　but　one　person；　or　rather；　one　cause；　to　whom　a　man　like　me　can　be　useful　　that　of　the　king。〃
　　〃Exactly；〃　answered　the　musketeer。
　　〃Yes；　but　let　us　understand　each　other；〃　returned　Athos；　seriously。　〃If　by　the　cause　of　the　king　you　mean　that　of　Monsieur　de　Mazarin；　we　do　not　understand　each　other。〃
　　〃I　don't　say　exactly；〃　answered　the　Gascon；　confused。
　　〃e；　D'Artagnan；　don't　let　us　play　a　sidelong　game；　your　hesitation；　your　evasion；　tells　me　at　once　on　whose　side　you　are；　for　that　party　no　one　dares　openly　to　recruit；　and　when　people　recruit　for　it；　it　is　with　averted　eyes　and　humble　voice。〃
　　〃Ah！　my　dear　Athos！〃
　　〃You　know　that　I　am　not　alluding　to　you；　you　are　the　pearl　of　brave；　bold　men。　I　speak　of　that　spiteful　and　intriguing　Italian　　of　the　pedant　who　has　tried　to　put　on　his　own　head　a　crown　which　he　stole　from　under　a　pillow　　of　the　scoundrel　who　calls　his　party　the　party　of　the　king　　who　wants　to　send　the　princes　of　the　blood　to　prison；　not　daring　to　kill　them；　as　our　great　cardinal　　our　cardinal　did　　of　the　miser；　who　weighs　his　gold　pieces　and　keeps　the　clipped　ones　for　fear；　though　he　is　rich；　of　losing　them　at　play　next　morning　　of　the　impudent　fellow　who　insults　the　queen；　as　they　say　　so　much　the　worse　for　he