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The Vicomte De Bragelonne 229 at Prostate Health
began to fear that the investigation ofAramis had extended further than he wished."Dear DArtagnan," said the prelate, "my friendshipresembles, in a degree, the solicitude of that night watchwhom we have in the little tower of the mole, at theextremity of the quay. That brave man, every night, lights alantern to direct the barks that come from sea. He isconcealed in his sentry-box, and the fishermen do not seehim; but he follows them with interest; he divines them; hecalls them; he attracts them into the way to the port. Iresemble this watcher: from time to time some news reachesme, and recalls to my remembrance all those I loved. Then Ifollow the friends of old days over the stormy ocean of theworld, I, a poor watcher, to whom God has kindly given theshelter of a sentry-box.""Well, what did I do when I came from England?""Ah! there," replied Aramis, "you get beyond my depth. Iknow nothing of you since your return. DArtagnan, my eyesare dim. I regretted you did not think of me. I wept overyour forgetfulness. I was wrong. I see you again, and it isa festival, a great festival, I assure you, solemnly! How isAthos?""Very well, thank you.""And our young pupil, Raoul?""He seems to have inherited the skill of his father, Athos,and the strength of his tutor, Porthos.""And on what occasion have you been able to judge of that?""Eh! mon Dieu! on the eve of my departure from Paris.""Indeed! tell me all about it!""Yes; there was an execution at the Greve, and inconsequence of that execution, a riot. We happened byaccident, to be in the riot; and in this riot we wereobliged to have recourse to our swords. And he did wonders.""Bah! what did he do?""Why, in the first place, he threw a man out of the window,as he would have flung a sack full of flock.""Come, thats pretty well," said Porthos."Then he drew, and cut and thrust away, as we fellows usedto do in the good old times.""And what was the cause of this riot?" said Porthos.DArtagnan remarked upon the face of Aramis a completeindifference to this question of Porthos. "Why," said he,fixing his eyes upon Aramis, "on account of two farmers ofthe revenues, friends of M. Fouquet, whom the king forced todisgorge their plunder, and then hanged them."A scarcely perceptible contraction of the prelates browshowed that he had heard DArtagnans reply."Oh, oh!" said Porthos; "and what were the names of thesefriends of M. Fouquet?""MM. dEymeris and Lyodot," said DArtagnan. "Do you knowthose names, Aramis?""No," said the prelate, disdainfully; "they sound like thenames of financiers.""Exactly; so they were.""Oh! M. Fouquet allows his friends to be hanged, then," saidPorthos."And why not?" said Aramis. "Why, it seems to me ---- ""If these culprits were hanged, it was by order of the king.Now M. Fouquet, although superintendent of the finances, hasnot, I believe, the right of life and death.""That may be," said Porthos; "but in the place of M. Fouquet---- "Aramis was afraid Porthos was about to say somethingawkward, so interrupted him. "Come, DArtagnan," said he;"this is quite enough about other people, let us talk alittle about you.""Of me you know all that I can tell you. On the contrary letme hear a little about you, Aramis.""I have told you, my friend. There is nothing of Aramis leftin me.""Nor of the Abbe dHerblay even?""No, not even of him. You see a man whom Providence hastaken by the hand, whom he has conducted to a position thathe could never have dared even to hope for.""Providence?" asked DArtagnan."Yes.""Well, that is strange! I was told it was M. Fouquet.""Who told you that?" cried Aramis, without being able, withall the power of his will, to prevent the color rising tohis cheeks."Ma foi! why, Bazin!""The fool!""I do not say he is a man of genius, it is true; but he toldme so; and after him, I repeat it to you.""I have never seen M. Fouquet," replied Aramis with a lookas pure and calm as that of a virgin who has never told alie."Well, but if you had seen him and known him, there is noharm in that," replied DArtagnan. "M. Fouquet is a verygood sort of a man.""Humph!""A great politician." Aramis made a gesture of indifference."An all-powerful minister.""I
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