CHAPTER I.In which D'Artagnan finishes by at Length placing his Hand.
upon his Captain's Commission.
The reader guesses beforehand whom the usher preceded in announcing the courier from Bretagne.

This messenger was easily recognized.

It was D'Artagnan, his clothes dusty, his face inflamed, his hair dripping with sweat, his legs stiff; he lifted his feet painfully at every step, on which resounded the clink of his blood-stained spurs.

He perceived in the doorway he was passing through, the superintendent coming out.
Fouquet bowed with a smile to him who, an hour before, was bringing him ruin and death.

D'Artagnan found in his goodness of heart, and in his inexhaustible vigor of body, enough presence of mind to remember the kind reception of this man; he bowed then, also, much more from benevolence and compassion, than from respect.