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Then
d'Artagnan
,
as
the
reader
,
from
whom
we
have
not
concealed
the
state
of
his
fortune
,
very
well
knows
--
d'Artagnan
was
not
a
millionaire
;
he
hoped
to
become
one
someday
,
but
the
time
which
in
his
own
mind
he
fixed
upon
for
this
happy
change
was
still
far
distant
.
In
the
meanwhile
,
how
disheartening
to
see
the
woman
one
loves
long
for
those
thousands
of
nothings
which
constitute
a
woman
's
happiness
,
and
be
unable
to
give
her
those
thousands
of
nothings
.
At
least
,
when
the
woman
is
rich
and
the
lover
is
not
,
that
which
he
can
not
offer
she
offers
to
herself
;
and
although
it
is
generally
with
her
husband
's
money
that
she
procures
herself
this
indulgence
,
the
gratitude
for
it
seldom
reverts
to
him
.
Then
d'Artagnan
,
disposed
to
become
the
most
tender
of
lovers
,
was
at
the
same
time
a
very
devoted
friend
,
In
the
midst
of
his
amorous
projects
for
the
mercer
's
wife
,
he
did
not
forget
his
friends
.
The
pretty
Mme.
Bonacieux
was
just
the
woman
to
walk
with
in
the
Plain
St.
Denis
or
in
the
fair
of
St.
Germain
,
in
company
with
Athos
,
Porthos
,
and
Aramis
,
to
whom
d'Artagnan
had
often
remarked
this
.
Then
one
could
enjoy
charming
little
dinners
,
where
one
touches
on
one
side
the
hand
of
a
friend
,
and
on
the
other
the
foot
of
a
mistress
.
Besides
,
on
pressing
occasions
,
in
extreme
difficulties
,
d'Artagnan
would
become
the
preserver
of
his
friends
.
And
M.
Bonacieux
?
whom
d'Artagnan
had
pushed
into
the
hands
of
the
officers
,
denying
him
aloud
although
he
had
promised
in
a
whisper
to
save
him
.
We
are
compelled
to
admit
to
our
readers
that
d'Artagnan
thought
nothing
about
him
in
any
way
;
or
that
if
he
did
think
of
him
,
it
was
only
to
say
to
himself
that
he
was
very
well
where
he
was
,
wherever
it
might
be
.
Love
is
the
most
selfish
of
all
the
passions
.
Let
our
readers
reassure
themselves
.
IF
d'Artagnan
forgets
his
host
,
or
appears
to
forget
him
,
under
the
pretense
of
not
knowing
where
he
has
been
carried
,
we
will
not
forget
him
,
and
we
know
where
he
is
.
But
for
the
moment
,
let
us
do
as
did
the
amorous
Gascon
;
we
will
see
after
the
worthy
mercer
later
.
D'Artagnan
,
reflecting
on
his
future
amours
,
addressing
himself
to
the
beautiful
night
,
and
smiling
at
the
stars
,
ascended
the
Rue
Cherish-Midi
,
or
Chase-Midi
,
as
it
was
then
called
.
As
he
found
himself
in
the
quarter
in
which
Aramis
lived
,
he
took
it
into
his
head
to
pay
his
friend
a
visit
in
order
to
explain
the
motives
which
had
led
him
to
send
Planchet
with
a
request
that
he
would
come
instantly
to
the
mousetrap
.
Now
,
if
Aramis
had
been
at
home
when
Planchet
came
to
his
abode
,
he
had
doubtless
hastened
to
the
Rue
des
Fossoyeurs
,
and
finding
nobody
there
but
his
other
two
companions
perhaps
,
they
would
not
be
able
to
conceive
what
all
this
meant
.
This
mystery
required
an
explanation
;
at
least
,
so
d'Artagnan
declared
to
himself
.
He
likewise
thought
this
was
an
opportunity
for
talking
about
pretty
little
Mme.
Bonacieux
,
of
whom
his
head
,
if
not
his
heart
,
was
already
full
.
We
must
never
look
for
discretion
in
first
love
.
First
love
is
accompanied
by
such
excessive
joy
that
unless
the
joy
be
allowed
to
overflow
,
it
will
stifle
you
.
Paris
for
two
hours
past
had
been
dark
,
and
seemed
a
desert
.
Eleven
o'clock
sounded
from
all
the
clocks
of
the
Faubourg
St.
Germain
.
It
was
delightful
weather
.
D'Artagnan
was
passing
along
a
lane
on
the
spot
where
the
Rue
d'Assas
is
now
situated
,
breathing
the
balmy
emanations
which
were
borne
upon
the
wind
from
the
Rue
de
Vaugirard
,
and
which
arose
from
the
gardens
refreshed
by
the
dews
of
evening
and
the
breeze
of
night
.
From
a
distance
resounded
,
deadened
,
however
,
by
good
shutters
,
the
songs
of
the
tipplers
,
enjoying
themselves
in
the
cabarets
scattered
along
the
plain
.
Arrived
at
the
end
of
the
lane
,
d'Artagnan
turned
to
the
left
.
The
house
in
which
Aramis
dwelt
was
situated
between
the
Rue
Cassette
and
the
Rue
Servandoni
.
D'Artagnan
had
just
passed
the
Rue
Cassette
,
and
already
perceived
the
door
of
his
friend
's
house
,
shaded
by
a
mass
of
sycamores
and
clematis
which
formed
a
vast
arch
opposite
the
front
of
it
,
when
he
perceived
something
like
a
shadow
issuing
from
the
Rue
Servandoni
.
This
something
was
enveloped
in
a
cloak
,
and
d'Artagnan
at
first
believed
it
was
a
man
;
but
by
the
smallness
of
the
form
,
the
hesitation
of
the
walk
,
and
the
indecision
of
the
step
,
he
soon
discovered
that
it
was
a
woman
.
Further
,
this
woman
,
as
if
not
certain
of
the
house
she
was
seeking
,
lifted
up
her
eyes
to
look
around
her
,
stopped
,
went
backward
,
and
then
returned
again
.
D'Artagnan
was
perplexed
.
