"Pooh!" said Athos, trying to smile in his turn. "It must have lost its ferocity in the second generation. Besides, my friend, Providence has warned us, that we may be on our guard. All we can now do is to wait. Let us wait; and, as I said before, let us speak of yourself. What brings you to Paris?"
"Affairs of importance which you shall know later. But what is this that I hear from Her Majesty the Queen of England?
Monsieur d'Artagnan sides with Mazarin! Pardon my frankness, dear friend. I neither hate nor blame the cardinal, and your opinions will be held ever sacred by me. But do you happen to belong to him?"
"Monsieur d'Artagnan," replied Athos, "is in the service; he is a soldier and obeys all constitutional authority.
Monsieur d'Artagnan is not rich and has need of his position as lieutenant to enable him to live. Millionaires like yourself, my lord, are rare in France."
"Alas!" said De Winter, "I am at this moment as poor as he is, if not poorer. But to return to our subject."
"Well, then, you wish to know if I am of Mazarin's party?
No. Pardon my frankness, too, my lord."
"I am obliged to you, count, for this pleasing intelligence!
You make me young and happy again by it. Ah! so you are not a Mazarinist? Delightful! Indeed, you could not belong to him. But pardon me, are you free? I mean to ask if you are married?"
"Ah! as to that, no," replied Athos, laughing.
"Because that young man, so handsome, so elegant, so polished ---- "
"Is a child I have adopted and who does not even know who was his father."
"Very well; you are always the same, Athos, great and generous. Are you still friends with Monsieur Porthos and Monsieur Aramis?"
"Add Monsieur d'Artagnan, my lord. We still remain four friends devoted to each other; but when it becomes a question of serving the cardinal or of fighting him, of being Mazarinists or Frondists, then we are only two."
"Is Monsieur Aramis with D'Artagnan?" asked Lord de Winter.
"No," said Athos; "Monsieur Aramis does me the honor to share my opinions."
"Could you put me in communication with your witty and agreeable friend? Is he much changed?"
"He has become an abbe, that is all."
"You alarm me; his profession must have made him renounce any great undertakings."
"On the contrary," said Athos, smiling, "he has never been so much a musketeer as since he became an abbe, and you will find him a veritable soldier."
"Could you engage to bring him to me to-morrow morning at ten o'clock, on the Pont du Louvre?"
"Oh, oh!" exclaimed Athos, smiling, "you have a duel in prospect."
"Yes, count, and a splendid duel, too; a duel in which I hope you will take your part."
"Where are we to go, my lord?"
"To Her Majesty the Queen of England, who has desired me to present you to her."
"This is an enigma," said Athos, "but it matters not; since you know the solution of it I ask no further. Will your lordship do me the honor to sup with me?"
"Thanks, count, no," replied De Winter. "I own to you that that young man's visit has subdued my appetite and probably will rob me of my sleep. What undertaking can have brought him to Paris? It was not to meet me that he came, for he was ignorant of my journey. This young man terrifies me, my lord; there lies in him a sanguinary predisposition."
"What occupies him in England?"
"He is one of Cromwell's most enthusiastic disciples."
"But what attached him to the cause? His father and mother were Catholics, I believe?"
"His hatred of the king, who deprived him of his estates and forbade him to bear the name of De Winter."
"And what name does he now bear?"
"Mordaunt."
"A Puritan, yet disguised as a monk he travels alone in France."
"Do you say as a monk?"
"It was thus, and by mere accident -- may God pardon me if I blaspheme -- that he heard the confession of the executioner of Bethune."
"Then I understand it all! he has been sent by Cromwell to Mazarin, and the queen guessed rightly; we have been forestalled. Everything is clear to me now. Adieu, count, till to-morrow."
"But the night is dark," said Athos, perceiving that Lord de Winter seemed more uneasy than he wished to appear; "and you have no servant."
"I have Tony, a safe if ****** youth."
"Halloo, there, Grimaud, Olivain, and Blaisois! call the viscount and take the musket with you."
Blaisois was the tall youth, half groom, half peasant, whom we saw at the Chateau de Bragelonne, whom Athos had christened by the name of his province.
