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Author of *The Count of Monte Cristo,'* 'The Man

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The Phantom of Richelieu 3

A Night Patrol 6

Once Foes 11

Anne of Austria at Forty-six 17

The Gascon and the Italian 20

D'Artagnan in His Fortieth Year...: 23

An Old Acquaintance Comes to Help in a

Quandary 27

The Differ^ent Effects Which Half a Pistole
May Produce Upon a Beadle and a

Chorister 31

D'Artagnan, Going to a Distance to Find
Out Amaris, Discovers Him Riding Be-
hind Planchet '. 34

A Nice Kind of Priest 37

Lord Porthos Du Vallon De Bracieux De

Pierrefonds 44

Wealth Does Not Produce Happiness 47

While Porthos Was Discontented, Mous-

queton Was Completely Satisfied 52

Two Angelic Faces 54

At the Castle of Bragelonne 58

Athos as a Diplomatist 61

The Duke of Beaufort 66

Grimaud Begins His Functions 70

In Which the Contents of the Pasties Are

Described 76

One of Marie Michon*s Adventures 79

At the Abbe Scarron's 83

St. Denis 86

One of the Forty Methods of Escape 88

The Timely Arrival of D'Artagnan 94

An Adventure on the Highway 97

The Collision 100

The Four Old Friends Prepare to Meet... 106

The Reunion 109

The Rescue at the Ferry 113

Skirmishing 118

The Repulsive Monk 122

Grimaud Speaks 128

A Dinner in the Old Style 131

A Letter from King Charles* the First 135

Cromwell's Letter 138

Henrietta Maria and Mazarin 142

Chance or Providence 146

Uncle and Nephew 151

Paternal Affection 153

Another Queen in Need 159

It is Proved That First Impulses are Best 166
The Te Deum for the Victory of Lens. . . . 171
Rochefort at Work 181

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CONTENTS.— C^n/mw^d. p^Q^.

The King of the Beggars 185

The Riot 187

The Riot Becomes a Revolution 190

Misfortune Refreshes the Memory 196

The Interview with the Queen 199

The Flight 204

The Coadjutor's Carriage 212

What D'Artagnan and Porthos Earned by

the Sale of Straw 221

In Which We Hear of Aramis 227

The Foresworn Scot Sold His Master for

a Groat 233

The Avenger 239

Oliver Cromwell 246

Lord Have Mercy 249

Under the Most Trying Circumstances No-
ble Natures Never Lose Courage, nor

Good Stomachs, Appetite 256

Respect to Fallen Majesty 261

The Trial 264

Whitehall 268

The Workmen 272

Remember! 274

The Man in the Mask 277

Cromwell's Private House 281

The Light Conversation 285

The Lugger " Lightning** 290

A New Kind of Port Wine 295

Cut Adrift 299

Fatality 301

How Mousqueton, After Nearly Roasting,
Had a Narrow Escape from Being

Eaten 306

The Return Home 310

The Ambassadors 313

The Three Lieutenants 317

The Battle of Charenton 319

The Road to Picardy 323

The Gratitude of Anne of Austria 327

The Royalty of Cardinal Mazarin 330

Precautions 332

Caged 335

The Strong Arm 339

The Keen Wit 343

Mazarines Dungeons 344

Conferences 347

We Begin to Think That Porthos Will Be

a Baron and D* Artagnan a Captain 351

Shows How With a Threat and a Pen More

is Effected Than by a Sword 356

It i« More Difficult for Kings to Return to

Their Capitals, Than to Leave Them. . 361
Conclusion 365

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In a study of the CardinaFs Palace of Paris, since known as
the Royal Palace, or, retaining the Frence title, as the Palais
Royal, a man was sitting at a large writing table, bound in
brass at the corners, and loaded with books and papers. His
attitude was meditative. At sight of that pallid and bent brow
in its musing, that scarlet simar so richly laced, by the loneliness
of the ante-chambers and the silence there, scarcely broken by
the measured tread of the guards on the threshold without,
it might be believed that the phantom of the Prime Minister
Cardinal Richelieu dwelt still in this study of his.

Alas! this is, in very deed, only the shadow of the great
man. France enfeebled, the royal authority mocked at, the
nobles again strong and turbulent, and enemies swarming pver
the frontier, all bore witness that Richelieu was no longer in
the field.

This mere shadow of Richelieu was Mazarin, alone and feel-
ing that he was weak.

"Foreign — Italian — ^these are their worst words of cowardly
reproach," he muttered, **with which they assassinated, hanged,
and made away with Concini and, if I gave them their way, they
would assassinate, hang, and make away with me, in the same
manner, although they have nothing to complain of, except a
tax or two now and then.

"Favorites are never in fashion — ^but I am no ordinary
favorite. Queen Elizabeth's, the Earl of Essex, 'tis true, wore
a splendid ring, set with diamonds, given him by his royal
mistress; whilst I — I have nothing but a simple circlet of gold,
with a cypher on it and a date; but that ring has been blessed
in the Chapel Royal, so the Queen will never banish me; and
even were I obliged to yield to the populace, she would yield with
me; if I flee, she will flee; and then we shall see how the
rebels will get on without either King or Queen.



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"Oh, were I not a foreigner ! were I but a Frenchman ! would
I were even merely a gentleman!"

The position of the Cardinal was, indeed, critical, and sev-
eral recent events added to his difficulties. Discontent had
long pervaded the lower ranks of society in France.

One day — ^it was the morning of that when this story be-
gins — the King, Louis XIV., then ten years of age, went in
state, under pretext of returning thanks for his recovery from
small-pox, to Notre Dame. He took the opportunity of calling
out his guard, the Swiss troops, and the Musketeers, and he had
planted them round the Palais Royal, on the quays, and on the
Pont Neuf. After mass, the young monarch drove to the
parliament house, where, upon the throne, he hastily confirmed
not only the edicts which he had already passed, but issued
new ones; each one — according to Cardinal de Retz, more ruin-
ous than the others — a proceeding which drew forth a strong
remonstrance from the chief president Mole — ^whilst President
Blancmesnil and' Councillor Broussel raised their voices in
indignation against fresh taxes.

The King returned amidst the silence of a vast multitude to
the Palais Royal. All minds were uneasy — ^most were fore-
boding — ^many of the people using threatening language.

At first, indeed, they were doubtful whether the King's visit
to the parliament had been in order to lighten or increase their
burdens; but scarcely was it known that the taxes were even
to be increased, than cries of *'Down with Mazarin !" "Long live
Broussel!" "Long live Blancmesnil!" resounded through the
city. All attempts to disperse the groups now collected in the
streets, or to silence their exclamations, were vain. Orders
had just been given to the Royal Guards, and to the Swiss
Guards, not only to stand firm, but to send out patrols into the
streets where the people thronged and were most vociferous,
when the mayor of Paris was announced at the Palais Royal.
^ He was shown in directly : he came to say that if these offen-
sive precautions were not discontinued, m two hours Paris
would be under arms.

Deliberations were ^ being held, ^ when a lieutenant^ in the
Guards, named Comminges, made his appearance with his clothes
all torn, his face streaming with blood. The Queen, on seeing
him, uttered a cry of surprise, and asked him what was going

As the mayor had foreseen, the sight of the guards had ex-
asperated the mob. The tocsin was sounded. Comminges' ac-
count confirmed the mayor's. The authorities were not in a
condition to contend with a serious revolt. Mazarin endeav-
ored to circulate a report that troops had only been stationed
on the quays, and on the Pont Neuf, on account of the cere-
monial of the day, and that they would soon withdraw. In
fact, about four o'clock they were all concentrated about the
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filled with Musketeers and Swiss Guards, and there awaited the
event of all this disturbance.

Such was the state of affairs at the very moment when we
introduced our readers into the study of Cardinal Mazarin —
once Cardinal Richelieu's. All at once he raised his head: his
brow slightly contracted, like one who has a resolution; taking
up a silver whistle placed on the table near him, he whistled

A door hidden in the tapestry opened noiselessly, and a man
in black stood behind the chair on which Mazarin sat

**Bernouin," said the Cardinal, not turning round, for, hav-
ing whistled, he knew that it was his valet-de-chambre who
was behind him, "what Musketeers are on duty in the palace?"

*The Black Musketeers, de Treville*s company, under com-
mand of Lieutenant d'Artagnan."

"A man on whom we can depend, I hope."

"Oh, yes, my lord.**

''Give me a uniform of these Musketeers, and help me to

The valet went out as silently as he came in, and appeared
m a few minutes, bringing the dress. When his master was
completely dressed, he said:

"Bring M. d'Artagnan hither."

When left alone, the Cardinal looked at himself in the glass
with self-satisfaction. Still yoimg — for he was scarcely forty-
six years of age — he possessed great elegance of form, and
was above the middle height He arranged his shoulder-belt,
then looked with great complacency at his very beautiful hands,
of which he took the greatest care; and throwing on one side
the large kid gloves which he tried on at first, belonging to the
uniform, he put on others of silk. At this instant the door

"M. d'Aftagnin," the valet-de-chambre announced.

A military oflScer strode in. He was a man under forty, of
medium stature, but extremely well built, slender but sturdy:
his eyes were lively and intelligent, and his black moustaches
and chin beard somewhat grizzled, as always happens when
life has been, too gay or too grave, and particularly when it is
a man of datk complexion.

Lieutenant Louis d'Artagnan took four steps into the cab-
inet well remembered from his visit to it in the late Cardinal's
time, and, at first perceiving only one of his own men, gave
him a stern look to identify him, when he recognized the
Premier directly. He remained standing in a dignified but
respectful posture, as became a man of good birth, who had in
his life been frequently in the society of the highest nobles.

The Cardinal looked at him with a glance cunning rather
tlian deeply, hfe examined him with attention, and, after a short
sifence, said:

"You are M. d'Artagnan?"


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"I am he/' replied the ofiicer.

Mazarin gazed once more at a countenance full of intelli-
gence, the excessive play of which had been subdued by age
and experience; but d'Artagnan received the scrutiny like one
who had formerly sustained many a look from eyes much
more piercing than those whose investigation he bore now.

"Lieutenant," said the Cardinal, *1 would like you to come
with me, or — a better way of putting it — I should like to go
with you."

"At your orders, monseigneur,*' responded the officer.

"I wish to visit in person the outposts which surround the
Palais Royal; do you suppose there is any danger in so doing?"

"Danger, my lord!" asked d'Artagnan, with astonishment;
"what danger?"

"I am told that there is a popular mutiny."

"The uniform of the King's Musketeers carries respect with
it; and even if that were not the case, I would engage, with
four of my men, to put to flight a hundred of these clowns."

"But do you know what happened to Comminges?"

"M. de Comminges is in the Guards, and not in the Muske-
teers "

'Which means, I suppose, that the Musketeers are better
soldiers than the Guards?" The Cardinal smiled as he spoke.

"Every one likes his own uniform best, my lord."

"Myself excepted;" and again Mazarin smiled; "for you per-
ceive that I have left off mine, and put on yours."

"Plague take us! this is modesty, cried d'Artagnan. "Had
I such a uniform as your Eminence, I protest I should be con-
tent; and I would take an oath never to wear any other "

"Yes, but for to-night's adventure, I don't suppose it very
safe. Give me my felt hat, Bernouin."

"How many men does your Eminence wish for escort?*'

"You say that with four men you will undertake to disperse
a hundred rabble; as we may encounter two hundred, take
eight '*

"I am ready."

"I follow you. This way — light us down stairs, Bernouin."

The valet held a wax-light; the Cardinal took a key from
his bureau, and, opening the door of the secret stairs descended
into the palace-yard.



In ten minutes Mazarin and his party were traversing the
street. The appeareance of the town denoted the greatest agita-
tion, From time to time uproar cam^ in th^ direction pf the pub*


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lie markets. The report of fire-arms was heard, and occasionally
church bells began to ring indiscriminately and at the ca-
price of the populace. D'Artagnan, meantime, pursued his way
with the indifference of a man upon whom such acts of folly
made no impression. The Cardinal envied his composure, which
he ascribed to the habit of encountering danger. On approach-
ing an outpost near the Barriere des Sergens, the sentinel cried
out, "Who's there?" and d'Artagnan answered— having first
asked the pass-word of the Cardinal — "Louis" and "Rocroy."
After which he inquired if Lieut. Comminges were not the
commanding officer. The soldier replied by pointing out to him
an officer who was conversing, on foot, with his hand upon
the neck of a horse on which the individual to whom he was
talking sat. It was the officer whom d'Artagnan was seeking.

"Here is M. de Comminges," said d'Artagnan, returning to
the Cardinal. He instantly retired, from a respectful delicacy;
it was, however, evident that the Cardinal was recognized by
both Comminges and the other officer on horseback.

"Well done, Guitaut," cried the Cardinal to the equestrian; "I
see plainly, that notwithstanding the sixty- four years which
have passed over your head, you are still the same man, active
and zealous. What were you saying to this youngster?"

"My lord," replied Guitaut, "I was observing that the mob
have suggested throwing up barricades in the Rues Saint Denis
and Saint Antoine."

"And what was Comminges saying to you in reply, dear

"My lord," said Comminges, "I answered that to compose a
League, only one ingredient was wanting — in my opinion an
essential one — 2l Duke of Guise — moreover, no one ever does
the same thing twice over."

"No, but they mean to make a Fronde, as they call it," said
Guitaut. "It seems that some days since. Counsellor Bachau-
mont remarked at the palace that rebels and agitators reminded
him of schoolboys slinging stones from the moats round Paris,
young urchins who run off the moment the constable appears,
only to return to their diversion the instant that his back is
ttirned. So they have picked up the word, and the insurrec-
tionists are called *Frondeurs,' and yesterday every article sold
was, 'a la Fronde' — ^bread, hats, gloves, pocket-handkerchiefs,
and fans, — ^but listen "

At this juncture, a window opened, and a man, sticking out
bis head, began to sing:

** A hreeze of the Fronde

Did this morning begin ;
I warrant 'twill roar

Against Mazarin —
This breeze of the Fronde
' Will yet make a din,"


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** A saucy rogue I" growled Guitaut

"My lord," said Comminges, who, irritated by his wounds,
wished for revenge, and longed to give back blow for blow,
** shall I fire off a ball to punish that jester, and to teach him
not to sing so much out of tune in future?"

And, as he spoke, he put his hand on the holster of his
uncle's saddle-bow.

"Certainly not-^-certainly not!" exclaimed Mazarin. "Dia-
volo! my dear friend, you are going to spoil everything — every-
thing is going on famously. I know the French as well as if
I had made them myself from first to last. They sing — let them
pay the piper. During the League, about which Guitaut was
speaking just now, the people chanted nothing except the mass,
so everything went to destruction. Come, Guitaut, come along,
and let's see if they keep watch at the Quinzo Vingts as at the
Barriere des Sergens."

And, waving his hand to Comminges, he rejoined d'Artagnan,
who instantly put himself at the head of his troop, followed by
the Cardinal, Guitaut. and tlie rest of the escort

"Just so," muttered Comminges, looking after Mazarin.
"True, I forgot — ^provided he can get money out of the people,
that is all he wants."

The street of Saint Honore, when the Cardinal and his party
passed through it, was crowded by an assemblage, who, stand-
ing in groups, discussed the edicts of that memorable day.

D'Artagnan passed through the very midst of this discon-
tented multitude, just as if his horse and he had been made
of iron. Mazarin and Guitaut conversed together in whispers.
The Musketeers, who had already discovered who Mazarin was,
followed in profound silence.

D'Artagnan led the way to the hill of Saint Roch, where
stood a guardhouse.

"Who is in command here?" asked the Cardinal.

••Villequier," said Guitaut.

"Diavolo, speak to him yourself, for ever since you were
deputed by me to arrest the Duke de Beaufort, this officer and I
have been on bad terms. He laid claim to that honor as cap-
tain of the Royal Guards."

Guitaut accordingly rode forward, and desired the sentinel
to call Villequier.

**Ah! so you are here!" cried the officer, in a tone of ill-
humor habitual to him; "what the devil are you doing here?"

"I wish to know— can you tell me, pray — ^is there anything
fresh happening in this part of the town?"

"What do you mean? People cry out, *Long live the King!
down with Mazarin !'-— that's nothing new — no, we've been
used to those acclamations for some time."

"And you sing chorus," replied Guitaut, laughing.

"Faith, I've half a mind to do it. In my opinion the people
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pay — ^which I am never paid, by the way— to make the King
five years older."

'^Really! And pray what is to come to pass supposing the
King were five years older than he is?"

"As soon as ever the King becomes of age, he will issue his
commands himself, and 'tis far pleasanter to obey the grandson
of Henry IV, than the grandson of Pietro Mazarin. S'death!
I would die willingly for the King; but supposing I happened to
be killed on account of Mazarin, as your nephew was near being
to-day, there could be nothing in Paradise — ^however well off
I might have been in this world — that could console me."

"Well, well, M. de Villequier," here Mazarin interposed, "I
shall take care that the King hears of your loyalty. Come,
gentlemen," he addressed the troop, *let us return. All's well."

** Hello!" exclaimed Villequier; "so, Mazarin is here! so
much the better. I have been wanting for a long time to tell
him what I think of him. I'm obliged to you, Guitaut, for
this opportunity."

He turned away, and went off to his post, whistling a tune
then popular with the "Fronde," while Mazarin returned, in
a pensive mood, towards the Palais Royal. All that he had
heard from these three different men, Comminges, Guitaut,
and Villequier, confirmed him in his conviction that in case
of serious tumults, there would be no one on his side except
the Queen, who had so often deserted her friends, that her sup-
port seemed very precarious. During the whole of this noc-
turnal ride, during the whole time that he was endeavoring to
understand the various characters of Comminges, Guitaut, and
Villequier, Mazarin was, in truth, studying more especially one
man. This man — ^who had remained immovable when menaced
by the mob-^not a muscle of whose face was altered either by
Mazarin's witticisms, or by the jests — seemed to the Cardinal
a peculiar being, who, having participated in past events similar
to those now occurring, was calculated to cope with those on the
eve of taking place.

The name of d'Artagnan was not altogether new to Maz-
arin, who, although he had not arrived in France before the
year 1634, or 1635, that is to say, about eight or nine years
after the events which we have related in "The Three Muske-
teers," fancied that he had heard it pronounced, in reference

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