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The Three Musketeers

3 THE AUDIENCE
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3 THE AUDIENCE.
M.de Treville was at the moment in rather ill-humor, nevertheless he saluted the young man politely, who bowed to the very ground; and he smiled on receiving d'Artagnan's response, the Bearnese accent of which recalled to him at the same time his youth and his country--a double remembrance which makes a man smile at all ages; but stepping toward the antechamber and making a sign to d'Artagnan with his hand, as if to ask his permission to finish with others before he began with him, he called three times, with a louder voice at each time, so that he ran through the intervening tones between the imperative accent and the angry accent.
"Athos! Porthos! Aramis!" The two Musketeers with whom we have already made acquaintance, and who answered to the last of these three names, immediately quitted the group of which they had formed a part, and advanced toward the cabinet, the door of which closed after them as soon as they had entered.

Their appearance, although it was not quite at ease, excited by its carelessness, at once full of dignity and submission, the admiration of d'Artagnan, who beheld in these two men demigods, and in their leader an Olympian Jupiter, armed with all his thunders.
When the two Musketeers had entered; when the door was closed behind them; when the buzzing murmur of the antechamber, to which the summons which had been made had doubtless furnished fresh food, had recommenced; when M.de Treville had three or four times paced in silence, and with a frowning brow, the whole length of his cabinet, passing each time before Porthos and Aramis, who were as upright and silent as if on parade--he stopped all at once full in front of them, and covering them from head to foot with an angry look, "Do you know what the king said to me," cried he, "and that no longer ago than yesterday evening--do you know, gentlemen ?" "No," replied the two Musketeers, after a moment's silence, "no, sir, we do not." "But I hope that you will do us the honor to tell us," added Aramis, in his politest tone and with his most graceful bow.
"He told me that he should henceforth recruit his Musketeers from among the Guards of Monsieur the Cardinal." "The Guards of the cardinal! And why so ?" asked Porthos, warmly.
"Because he plainly perceives that his piquette* stands in need of being enlivened by a mixture of good wine." *A watered liquor, made from the second pressing of the grape.
The two Musketeers reddened to the whites of their eyes.

d'Artagnan did not know where he was, and wished himself a hundred feet underground.
"Yes, yes," continued M.de Treville, growing warmer as he spoke, "and his majesty was right; for, upon my honor, it is true that the Musketeers make but a miserable figure at court.

The cardinal related yesterday while playing with the king, with an air of condolence very displeasing to me, that the day before yesterday those DAMNED MUSKETEERS, those DAREDEVILS--he dwelt upon those words with an ironical tone still more displeasing to me--those BRAGGARTS, added he, glancing at me with his tiger-cat's eye, had made a riot in the Rue Ferou in a cabaret, and that a party of his Guards (I thought he was going to laugh in my face) had been forced to arrest the rioters! MORBLEU! You must know something about it.

Arrest Musketeers! You were among them--you were! Don't deny it; you were recognized, and the cardinal named you.
But it's all my fault; yes, it's all my fault, because it is myself who selects my men.


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