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　　〃What　are　you　meddling　with？〃　cried　Aramis；　pale　with　anger；　suspecting　that　D'Artagnan　had　acted　as　a　spy　on　him　and　had　seen　him　with　Madame　de　Longueville。
　　〃I　never　meddle　save　with　what　concerns　me；　and　I　know　how　to　make　believe　that　I　haven't　seen　what　does　not　concern　me；　but　I　hate　hypocrites；　and　among　that　number　I　place　musketeers　who　are　abbes　and　abbes　who　are　musketeers；　and；〃　he　added；　turning　to　Porthos　〃here's　a　gentleman　who's　of　the　same　opinion　as　myself。〃
　　Porthos；　who　had　not　spoken　one　word；　answered　merely　by　a　word　and　a　gesture。
　　He　said　〃yes〃　and　he　put　his　hand　on　his　sword。
　　Aramis　started　back　and　drew　his。　D'Artagnan　bent　forward；　ready　either　to　attack　or　to　stand　on　his　defense。
　　Athos　at　that　moment　extended　his　hand　with　the　air　of　supreme　mand　which　characterized　him　alone；　drew　out　his　sword　and　the　scabbard　at　the　same　time；　broke　the　blade　in　the　sheath　on　his　knee　and　threw　the　pieces　to　his　right。　Then　turning　to　Aramis：
　　〃Aramis；〃　he　said；　〃break　your　sword。〃
　　Aramis　hesitated。
　　〃It　must　be　done；〃　said　Athos；　then　in　a　lower　and　more　gentle　voice；　he　added。　〃I　wish　it。〃
　　Then　Aramis；　paler　than　before；　but　subdued　by　these　words；　snapped　the　serpent　blade　between　his　hands；　and　then　folding　his　arms；　stood　trembling　with　rage。
　　These　proceedings　made　D'Artagnan　and　Porthos　draw　back。　D'Artagnan　did　not　draw　his　sword；　Porthos　put　his　back　into　the　sheath。
　　〃Never！〃　exclaimed　Athos；　raising　his　right　hand　to　Heaven；　〃never！　I　swear　before　God；　who　seeth　us；　and　who；　in　the　darkness　of　this　night　heareth　us；　never　shall　my　sword　cross　yours；　never　my　eye　express　a　glance　of　anger；　nor　my　heart　a　throb　of　hatred；　at　you。　We　lived　together；　we　loved；　we　hated　together；　we　shed；　we　mingled　our　blood　together；　and　too　probably；　I　may　still　add；　that　there　may　be　yet　a　bond　between　us　closer　even　than　that　of　friendship；　perhaps　there　may　be　the　bond　of　crime；　for　we　four；　we　once　did　condemn；　judge　and　slay　a　human　being　whom　we　had　not　any　right　to　cut　off　from　this　world；　although　apparently　fitter　for　hell　than　for　this　life。　D'Artagnan；　I　have　always　loved　you　as　my　son；　Porthos；　we　slept　six　years　side　by　side；　Aramis　is　your　brother　as　well　as　mine；　and　Aramis　has　once　loved　you；　as　I　love　you　now　and　as　I　have　ever　loved　you。　What　can　Cardinal　Mazarin　be　to　us；　to　four　men　who　pelled　such　a　man　as　Richelieu　to　act　as　we　pleased？　What　is　such　or　such　a　prince　to　us；　who　fixed　the　diadem　upon　a　great　queen's　head？　D'Artagnan；　I　ask　your　pardon　for　having　yesterday　crossed　swords　with　you；　Aramis　does　the　same　to　Porthos；　now　hate　me　if　you　can；　but　for　my　own　part；　I　shall　ever；　even　if　you　do　hate　me；　retain　esteem　and　friendship　for　you。　I　repeat　my　words；　Aramis；　and　then；　if　you　desire　it；　and　if　they　desire　it；　let　us　separate　forever　from　our　old　friends。〃
　　There　was　a　solemn；　though　momentary　silence；　which　was　broken　by　Aramis。
　　〃I　swear；〃　he　said；　with　a　calm　brow　and　kindly　glance；　but　in　a　voice　still　trembling　with　recent　emotion；　〃I　swear　that　I　no　longer　bear　animosity　to　those　who　were　once　my　friends。　I　regret　that　I　ever　crossed　swords　with　you；　Porthos；　I　swear　not　only　that　it　shall　never　again　be　pointed　at　your　breast；　but　that　in　the　bottom　of　my　heart　there　will　never　in　future　be　the　slightest　hostile　sentiment；　now；　Athos；　e。〃
　　Athos　was　about　to　retire。
　　〃Oh！　no！　no！　do　not　go　away！〃　exclaimed　D'Artagnan；　impelled　by　one　of　those　irresistible　impulses　which　showed　the　nobility　of　his　nature；　the　native　brightness　of　his　character；　〃I　swear　that　I　would　give　the　last　drop　of　my　blood　and　the　last　fragment　of　my　limbs　to　preserve　the　friendship　of　such　a　friend　as　you；　Athos　　of　such　a　man　as　you；　Aramis。〃　And　he　threw　himself　into　the　arms　of　Athos。
　　〃My　son！〃　exclaimed　Athos；　pressing　him　in　his　arms。
　　〃And　as　for　me；〃　said　Porthos；　〃I　swear　nothing；　but　I'm　choked。　Forsooth！　If　I　were　obliged　to　fight　against　you；　I　think　I　should　allow　myself　to　be　pierced　through　and　through；　for　I　never　loved　any　one　but　you　in　the　wide　world；〃　and　honest　Porthos　burst　into　tears　as　he　embraced　Athos。
　　〃My　friends；〃　said　Athos；　〃this　is　what　I　expected　from　such　hearts　as　yours。　Yes；　I　have　said　it　and　I　now　repeat　it：　our　destinies　are　irrevocably　united；　although　we　now　pursue　divergent　roads。　I　respect　your　convictions；　and　whilst　we　fight　for　opposite　sides；　let　us　remain　friends。　Ministers；　princes；　kings；　will　pass　away　like　mountain　torrents；　civil　war；　like　a　forest　flame；　but　we　　we　shall　remain；　I　have　a　presentiment　that　we　shall。〃
　　〃Yes；〃　replied　D'Artagnan；　〃let　us　still　be　musketeers；　and　let　us　retain　as　our　battle…standard　that　famous　napkin　of　the　bastion　St。　Gervais；　on　which　the　great　cardinal　had　three　fleurs…de…lis　embroidered。〃
　　〃Be　it　so；〃　cried　Aramis。　〃Cardinalists　or　Frondeurs；　what　matters　it？　Let　us　meet　again　as　capital　seconds　in　a　duel；　devoted　friends　in　business；　merry　panions　in　our　ancient　pleasures。〃
　　〃And　whenever；〃　added　Athos；　〃we　meet　in　battle；　at　this　word；　‘Place　Royale！'　let　us　put　our　swords　into　our　left　hands　and　shake　hands　with　the　right；　even　in　the　very　lust　and　music　of　the　hottest　carnage。〃
　　〃You　speak　charmingly；〃　said　Porthos。
　　〃And　are　the　first　of　men！〃　added　D'Artagnan。　〃You　excel　us　all。〃
　　Athos　smiled　with　ineffable　pleasure。
　　〃'Tis　then　all　settled。　Gentlemen；　your　hands；　are　we　not　pretty　good　Christians？〃
　　〃Egad！〃　said　D'Artagnan；　〃by　Heaven！　yes。〃
　　〃We　should　be　so　on　this　occasion；　if　only　to　be　faithful　to　our　oath；〃　said　Aramis。
　　〃Ah；　I'm　ready　to　do　what　you　will；〃　cried　Porthos；　〃even　to　swear　by　Mahomet。　Devil　take　me　if　I've　ever　been　so　happy　as　at　this　moment。〃
　　And　he　wiped　his　eyes；　still　moist。
　　〃Has　not　one　of　you　a　cross？〃　asked　Athos。
　　Aramis　smiled　and　drew　from　his　vest　a　cross　of　diamonds；　which　was　hung　around　his　neck　by　a　chain　of　pearls。　〃Here　is　one；〃　he　said。
　　〃Well；〃　resumed　Athos；　〃swear　on　this　cross；　which；　in　spite　of　its　magnificent　material；　is　still　a　cross；　swear　to　be　united　in　spite　of　everything；　and　forever；　and　may　this　oath　bind　us　to　each　other；　and　even；　also；　our　descendants！　Does　this　oath　satisfy　you？〃
　　〃Yes；〃　said　they　all；　with　one　accord。
　　〃Ah；　traitor！〃　muttered　D'Artagnan；　leaning　toward　Aramis　and　whispering　in　his　ear；　〃you　have　made　us　swear　on　the　crucifix　of　a　Frondeuse。〃
　　The　Ferry　across　the　Oise
　　We　hope　that　the　reader　has　not　quite　forgotten　the　young　traveler　whom　we　left　on　the　road　to　Flanders。
　　In　losing　sight　of　his　guardian；　whom　he　had　quitted；　gazing　after　him　in　front　of　the　royal　basilican；　Raoul　spurred　on　his　horse；　in　order　not　only　to　escape　from　his　own　melancholy　reflections；　but　also　to　hide　from　Olivain　the　emotion　his　face　might　betray。
　　One　hour's　rapid　progress；　however；　sufficed　to　disperse　the　gloomy　fancies　that　had　clouded　the　young　man's　bright　anticipations；　and　the　hitherto　unfelt　pleasure　of　freedom　　a　pleasure　which　is　sweet　even　to　those　who　have　never　known　dependence　　seemed　to　Raoul　to　gild　not　only　Heaven　and　earth；　but　especially　that　blue　but　dim　horizon　of　life　we　call　the　future。
　　Nevertheless；　after　several　attempts　at　conversation　with　Olivain　he　foresaw　that　many　days　passed　thus　would　prove　exceedingly　dull；　and　the　count's　agreeable　voice；　his　gentle　and　persuasive　eloquence；　recurred　to　his　mind　at　the　various　towns　through　which　they　journeyed　and　about　which　he　had　no　longer　any　one　to　give　him　those　interesting　details　which　he　would　have　drawn　from　Athos；　the　most　amusing　and　the　best　informed　of　guides。　Another　recollection　contributed　also　to　sadden　Raoul：　on　their　arrival　at　Sonores　he　had　perceived；　hidden　behind　a　screen　of　poplars；　a　little　chateau　which　so　vividly　recalled　that　of　La　Valliere　to　his　mind　that　he　halted　for　nearly　ten　minutes　to　gaze　at　it；　and　resumed　his　journey　with　a　sigh　too　abstracted　even　to　reply　to　Olivain's　respectful　inquiry　about　the　cause　of　so　much　fixed　attention。　The　aspect　of　external　objects　is　often　a　mysterious　guide　municating　with　the　fibres　of　memory；　which　in　spite　of　us　will　arouse　them　at　times；　this　thread