13/13 Night had fallen; the moon had not yet risen, yet Aramis looked incessantly towards Belle-Isle. Yves then approached the captain, who had returned to take his post in the stern, and said, in a low and humble voice, "What course are we to follow, captain ?" "We take what course monseigneur pleases," replied the officer. Yves, on approaching him next morning, remarked that "the night must have been a very damp one, for the wood on which the bishop's head had rested was soaked with dew." Who knows ?--that dew was, it may be, the first tears that had ever fallen from the eyes of Aramis! What epitaph would have been worth that, good Porthos? |