Turning to the expectant landlord, he said:-- "Charge it." "To whom, your highness ?" said Perigord, anxiously.
"To his Eminence!" "Mazarin!" ejaculated the innkeeper.
"The same.

Bring me my horse," and the musketeer, remounting his favorite animal, rode away.
The innkeeper slowly turned back into the inn.

Scarcely had he reached the courtyard before the clatter of hoofs again called him to the doorway.

A young musketeer of a light and graceful figure rode up.
"Parbleu, my dear Perigord, I am famishing.

What have you got for dinner ?" "Venison, capons, larks, and pigeons, your excellency," replied the obsequious landlord, bowing to the ground.
"Enough!" The young musketeer dismounted and entered the inn.