I must say that Baisemeaux received me coldly; so I soon took my leave of him.

As I was returning, a soldier accosted me, and said (no doubt as he recognized me, notwithstanding I was in private clothes), 'Captain, will you be good enough to read me the name written on this envelope ?' and I read, 'To Monsieur du Vallon, at M.Fouquet's house, Saint-Mande.' The deuce, I said to myself, Porthos has not returned, then, as I fancied, to Bell-Isle, or to Pierrefonds, but is at M.Fouquet's house, at Saint-Mande; and as M.Fouquet is not at Saint-Mande, Porthos must be quite alone, or, at all events, with Aramis; I will go and see Porthos, and I accordingly went to see Porthos." "Very good," said Aramis, thoughtfully.
"You never told me that," said Porthos.
"I had no time, my friend." "And you brought back Porthos with you to Fontainebleau ?" "Yes, to Planchet's house." "Does Planchet live at Fontainebleau ?" inquired Aramis.
"Yes, near the cemetery," said Porthos, thoughtlessly.
"What do you mean by 'near the cemetery ?'" said Aramis, suspiciously.
"Come," thought the musketeer, "since there is to be a squabble, let us take advantage of it." "Yes, the cemetery," said Porthos.

"Planchet is a very excellent fellow, who makes very excellent preserves; but his house has windows which look out upon the cemetery.

And a confoundedly melancholy prospect it is! So this morning--" "This morning ?" said Aramis, more and more excited.
D'Artagnan turned his back to them, and walked to the window, where he began to play a march upon one of the panes of glass.
"Yes, this morning we saw a man buried there." "Ah!" "Very depressing, was it not?
I should never be able to live in a house where burials can always be seen from the window.

D'Artagnan, on the contrary, seems to like it very much." "So D'Artagnan saw it as well ?" "Not simply _saw_ it; he literally never took his eyes off the whole time." Aramis started, and turned to look at the musketeer, but the latter was engaged in earnest conversation with Saint-Aignan.