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The Vicomte De Bragelonne 59 at Prostate Health
sufficiently eloquent."My supper," said DArtagnan, "it is getting towards sevenoclock."Bazin turned round and ordered the eldest of the pupils toinform the cook. In the meantime, DArtagnan surveyed thepresbytery."Phew!" said he, disdainfully, "monseigneur lodged hisgrandeur very meanly here.""We have the Chateau de Vaux," said Bazin."Which is perhaps equal to the Louvre?" said DArtagnan,jeeringly."Which is better," replied Bazin, with the greatest coolnessimaginable."Ah, ah!" said DArtagnan.He would perhaps have prolonged the discussion, andmaintained the superiority of the Louvre, but the lieutenantperceived that his horse remained fastened to the bars of agate."The devil!" said he. "Get my horse looked after; yourmaster the bishop has none like him in his stables."Bazin cast a sidelong glance at the horse, and replied,"Monsieur le surintendant gave him four from his ownstables; and each of the four is worth four of yours."The blood mounted to the face of DArtagnan. His hand itchedand his eye glanced over the head of Bazin, to select theplace upon which he should discharge his anger. But itpassed away; reflection came, and DArtagnan contentedhimself with saying, --"The devil! the devil! I have done well to quit the serviceof the king. Tell me, worthy Master Bazin," added he, "howmany musketeers does monsieur le surintendant retain in hisservice?""He could have all there are in the kingdom with his money,"replied Bazin, closing his book, and dismissing the boyswith some kindly blows of his cane."The devil! the devil!" repeated DArtagnan, once more, asif to annoy the pedagogue. But as supper was now announced,he followed the cook, who introduced him into the refectory,where it awaited him. DArtagnan placed himself at thetable, and began a hearty attack upon his fowl."It appears to me," said DArtagnan, biting with all hismight at the tough fowl they had served up to him, and whichthey had evidently forgotten to fatten, -- "it appears thatI have done wrong in not seeking service with that masteryonder. A powerful noble this intendant, seemingly! In goodtruth, we poor fellows know nothing at the court, and therays of the sun prevent our seeing the large stars, whichare also suns, at a little greater distance from our earth,-- that is all."As DArtagnan delighted, both from pleasure and system, inmaking people talk about things which interested him, hefenced in his best style with Master Bazin, but it was pureloss of time; beyond the tiresome and hyperbolical praisesof monsieur le surintendant of the finances, Bazin, who, onhis side, was on his guard, afforded nothing but platitudesto the curiosity of DArtagnan, so that our musketeer, in atolerably bad humor, desired to go to bed as soon as he hadsupped. DArtagnan was introduced by Bazin into a meanchamber, in which there was a poor bed; but DArtagnan wasnot fastidious in that respect. He had been told that Aramishad taken away the key of his own private apartment, and ashe knew Aramis was a very particular man, and had generallymany things to conceal in his apartment, he had not beensurprised. He, therefore, although it appeared comparativelyeven harder, attacked the bed as bravely as he had done thefowl; and, as he had as good an inclination to sleep as hehad had to eat, he took scarcely longer time to be snoringharmoniously than he had employed in picking the last bonesof the bird.Since he was no longer in the service of any one, DArtagnanhad promised himself to indulge in sleeping as soundly as hehad formerly slept lightly; but with whatever good faithDArtagnan had made himself this promise, and whateverdesire he might have to keep it religiously, he was awakenedin the middle of the night by a loud noise of carriages, andservants on horseback. A sudden illumination flashed overthe walls of his chamber; he jumped out of bed and ran tothe window in his shirt. "Can the king be coming this way?"he thought, rubbing his eyes; "in truth, such a suite canonly be attached to royalty.""Vive monsieur le surintendant!" cried, or rathervociferated, from a window on the ground-floor, a voicewhich he recognized as Bazins, who at the same time waved ahandkerchief with one hand, and held a large candle in theother. DArtagnan then saw something like a brilliant humanform leaning out of the principal carriage; at the same timeloud bursts of laughter, caused, no doubt, by the strangefigure of
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