Farewell, Perigord." The innkeeper groaned.

Then he went out and took down his sign.

Then remarked to his wife:-- "I am a plain man, and don't understand politics.

It seems, however, that the country is in a troubled state.

Between his Eminence the Cardinal, his Majesty the King, and her Majesty the Queen, I am a ruined man." "Stay," said Dame Perigord, "I have an idea." "And that is--" "Become yourself a musketeer.".