"My dear Percerin," said he, "I have, near hand, M.Lebrun, one of M.Fouquet's painters." "Ah, very good," thought D'Artagnan; "but why Lebrun ?" Aramis looked at D'Artagnan, who seemed to be occupied with an engraving of Mark Antony.

"And you wish that I should make him a dress, similar to those of the Epicureans ?" answered Percerin.

And while saying this, in an absent manner, the worthy tailor endeavored to recapture his piece of brocade.
"An Epicurean's dress ?" asked D'Artagnan, in a tone of inquiry.
"I see," said Aramis, with a most engaging smile, "it is written that our dear D'Artagnan shall know all our secrets this evening.

Yes, friend, you have surely heard speak of M.Fouquet's Epicureans, have you not ?" "Undoubtedly.

Is it not a kind of poetical society, of which La Fontaine, Loret, Pelisson, and Moliere are members, and which holds its sittings at Saint-Mande ?" "Exactly so.